The Songs of My Life

The songs of my life,the flowing seasons A crowd where I do not belong,the field of my soul, My heart’s drifting,broken reasons: Sitting in one corner,the center of everything,nothing With baggage,and a rising sun.. Waiting. Life is about waiting. And dying. There are lots of things to be done. The bus arrives,the journey begins, Many destinies to meet Silence kills not the sound of sins Temporary respite for my feet. Above me there’s only sky, I cry.. bestrevolver, Sept 26, 2016