The Bus of Borrowed Time
The bus door sighs openLike it's tired of witnessing departuresWe climb aboard with duffel bags full of thingsWe don't want to...
The bus door sighs open Like it's tired of witnessing departures We climb aboard with duffel bags full of things We don't want to remember Outside the streetlights flicker In a rhythm that feels like hesitation
We take our seats in solemn rows A cast assembled for a play We never auditioned for The windows blur the world into a watercolor of regret Someone presses their forehead to the glass Trying to memorize what they're leaving behind
Roll on Bus of borrowed time Roll on Past the warning signs Carry us forward though none of us feel ready Carry us onward though our hearts stay behind
The driver hums a tune That sounds older than sorrow Fog curls around the wheels A soft veil hiding the truth We sway with each turn Passengers in a story whose ending we already feel
The road ahead shimmers Not with promise but with inevitability A path that exists only because we step onto it
Roll on Bus of borrowed time Roll on Past the warning signs Carry us forward though none of us feel ready Carry us onward though our hearts stay behind
The airport lights rise in the distance Cold as judgment (Whoa-oh-oh) (Whoa-oh-oh)
Current Project - The Adventures of Frank and Merlin -
Act One- After getting drafted, Frank and Merlin finally return home alive from the War overseas to...
