I missed the bus seconds after the last passenger boarded.
Now I sit here alone,
Waiting for another vessel
To drag me to my destination.
The air is cold,
And my heart is still thumping away
Due to physical exertion to reach the thing I missed -
But like everything else,
My hopes,
My dreams,
They're too far to reach.
I don't know how to end this
But mention the tiny speckle of headlights
And the roar of the large vehicle in the distance.
So now I think:
'There's always another bus.'
Mar 3, 2019
Mar 3, 2019 at 2:14 PM UTC
I missed the bus seconds after the last passenger boarded.
Now I sit here alone,
Waiting for another vessel
To drag me to my destination.
The air is cold,
And my heart is still thumping away
Due to physical exertion to reach the thing I missed -
But like everything else,
My hopes,
My dreams,
They're too far to reach.
I don't know how to end this
But mention the tiny speckle of headlights
And the roar of the large vehicle in the distance.
So now I think:
'There's always another bus.'
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