I remember that period of time
when we both didn't have
our licenses so we have to
go on public transportations

I love how we used to
share a pair of earphones
during our daily bus rides
to our way back home

That feeling of emptiness
from my other ear
as relaxing music
whispered profound lyrics

It felt like something was wrong
yet I had the privilege to
sit close to you
and lean my head against yours

I miss those times when
we'd always
share a book
during our train rides

Although the books
weren't really read
the only thing we're reading
were each other's eyes

Now years has passed
and there are times when
after a busy and tiring day
I leave my car back home

With an open book in my lap
and an earbud to each ear
I would look over the window
of that bus we used to take

As I torture my own mind
by conjuring old memories
just because I miss
missing you.

Despite our sundry transportations, trains and planes,
I don't believe us to really be voyagers;
The years, months, ticks and tocks that come and go in vain,
Like Ulysses at sea, they're the real wanderers.

Doomed to drift on water, timeless, yet growing old,
Aye, never setting anchor, always setting sail
To the end of th'endless river, where lies fool's gold.
That's all the future is; just Melville's ***** whale.

When the boat is languid, we ask it to go faster,
When the boat is lively, we implore it to stop;
The ship capsizes, it had too many masters
But just go with the flow and it'll stay on top.

We couldn't captain a tiny rubber dinghy,
Time's the real pioneer, and we her passengers.