48 bus
there's never enough
timeeeeeee
two d a y s,
nothing makes
sense anymore
things seem meaningless,
I wander what it's all for
---------------------twilight
gazing out the 48 bus
window
in faraway walthamstow
listening to heart
wishing I could start
over anew
someplace else////
gosh, how tiresome,
these thoughts on loop
take a step back, try to regroup
she said you seem depressed
i shrug, think it's just the meds
I'll be fine when I'm better
just trying, to keep moving,
I keep losing
track, of where I am
but right now I'm here
and I miss you
a kiss on her forehead
when did you get so big
beautiful girl
stay free, stay free stay free
i know your mum just wants me
to settle down, and to grow up
I don't want to, but some days I feel so stuck
the bus goes past clapton pond
strangers take their seats
I watch others delete
thoughts, passing reveries
so many memories
the bus goes by
my old offices,
the church yard where I would sit
the walls of the old chapel
I painted them in white
how strange and fragmented,
this one precious life
this living
this living london
come undone
the streets I would often roam
the bus goes by
the city, the city, the city
monument
until it reaches it's last stop
the real journey begins
