Tuesday, September 11, 2007

Thinking, travelling

I’m imagining looking out the window of a bus traveling at 60
Seeing nothing but the blur of things passed by,
silhouettes of people and places.
Maybe this is a song, or something else;
A prayer to whomever can hear.
I sing of misfortunes and sadness,
and pray for a happiness I can wrap my head around on.

There’s a song playing in my head, I just can’t sing it;
There’s a prayer in my heart, with words I cannot say.
Like looking out of a bus traveling at 60,
Songs are blur,
And prayers are merely silhouettes of what they really are.

It’s heavy, this journey of twist and turns and dead ends
Under a sky of grey.

2 told me off:

Che said...

This is a really, really good photo.

Did you take it? I know you fancy photography and all... :-)

Tim said...

unfortunately, no.