Aug 2014
Waiting for the bus and beginning to lose my mind...
A minute turns to four, then twelve and now half an hour has passed me by...
Time keeps ticking, the sun keeps setting and the longer I sit the more I feel my rot
Calling to hear what I already know-- The bus aint' coming...And my inpatients grows!
No further ahead, no closer to my goal...
Just left behind...
By the bus that never showed
A minute turns to four, then twelve and now half an hour has passed me by...
Time keeps ticking, the sun keeps setting and the longer I sit the more I feel my rot
Calling to hear what I already know-- The bus aint' coming...And my inpatients grows!
No further ahead, no closer to my goal...
Just left behind...
By the bus that never showed
I wrote this just the other day. I don't think any explanation is needed...
...Just venting.
I usually try not to sound so "sing-song" about my writing but that's just how it came out...
...Just venting.
I usually try not to sound so "sing-song" about my writing but that's just how it came out...
