Passing

Inhaling citizen air,
As another day rose awake from the merciless traffic that clouds the fairest of days,
I’ve probably seen everyone on this bus countless times,
Yet never once dare whisper a single word,
Some stories were never meant for public ears,
Until the ink leaks out of every vein, every limb, and heart while you realize what a beautiful stain we all are…
Whenever I blast away the stress of yesterday through my personal speaker, I hope part of the wealth reaches your soul,
Because some days we may just feel lost and cold

Or maybe those came from the lies I was told,
Not that I would know

Epilogue:


Thanks For Reading!


“Cherish the memories while you still have them so dear to you”