I walk up the stairs hoping to see the light.
The light of a new life or new place; even a time or name would be fine.  
I sit down and think of the days that have passed me by.

Wondering

Wondering I am of what will be next and if it will be better than the last.
It has to be.        It should be.       It won't be.  

Sadness.

Like an overcoat of wool it drapes over me until I can no longer see the light

Darkness.

I'll wait until the next ride.