Being left behind is not exactly the greatest feeling.
Neither does sitting alone on the bus, at the edge of town on a Sunday night,
Just the bus driver and I, how empty it was all around.
The more time flies and things passing me by,
Everything spins and feels too much the same.
Maybe you're right.
Disappointment is how I feel,
But I just have to accept it and keep the miles going, nevertheless.
Even though tonight, I am the passenger aboard an empty bus
Up and down hill,
This ride will end eventually...I believe.
It is just a matter of where I get off, and what happens after.
& I learn, to never expect. Ever. Just accept it as destiny.
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