Journey

 


            never will forget those bus rides;
            thinking perhaps something,
            could of happened at the right time;
         perhaps some angel would have,
            came along and sat next by,
           this wandering soul of mine;

            ear buds in both ears;
            tired body; closed eyes,
           listening to favorite throwbacks;
     thinking how the night shift was finally over with;
     the quiet, the noise; all shared the same vibe
          
        could everyday have to be like this;
        though they all were appreciated;