Bus Ride

by

Rather than being at a

fork in my life

I find that I am

sitting on a bench

just past the crossroads of my life
I have taken the bus

down my aforementioned path

and it has dropped me off here,

where I sit,

wait,

contemplate the next step,

the direction I should take.

Should I stand up and wander down the road?
Will I eventually find my destination,

or reach an other one-way bus station?

I find myself sitting here alone,

watching the others on their

journeys to the places they must be
They look at me as the bus passes by

with haunted faces and empty stares
Their eyes tell me that they

were once just like me,

waiting, almost patiently

for the next bus ride.

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Why don't you look at Very Married (2)
by: Stephen Cree
from: Leeds, England, UK

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