As the bus moves ahead...
Here I sit beside the window, leaving the trees and the moments of the past behind but forgets to grab myself from the tomorrow land.
As the winds blow, my wandering mind chooses to settle and watch the memories flow.
Realizing the need to fight for a place in the cold world, I pull myself into the chaotic reality with a force getting wet as the rain pours.
Many hours later, I muster up the courage to cross the turmoil while I sit beside the window as the bus moves ahead...
Many hours later, I muster up the courage to cross the turmoil while I sit beside the window as the bus moves ahead...
