As I sit on this bench
I contemplate the future
I imagine what I’ll do tomorrow
I think of what I’ll be when I’m older
I guess when I’ll die
I weigh the options of being alone of with the ones I love
And where I’ll be that final night
I think about the love I have
I think about the love I’ll have next year
Of all of these thoughts from this bench, the saddest is leaving it behind
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 4:42 PM UTC
As I sit on this bench
I contemplate the future
I imagine what I’ll do tomorrow
I think of what I’ll be when I’m older
I guess when I’ll die
I weigh the options of being alone of with the ones I love
And where I’ll be that final night
I think about the love I have
I think about the love I’ll have next year
Of all of these thoughts from this bench, the saddest is leaving it behind
