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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.


Che said…
This is a really, really good photo.

Did you take it? I know you fancy photography and all... :-)
Tim said…
unfortunately, no.

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Still, I just want to give out a big thank You to the Guy Upstairs, for blessings and what I pray to be good things to come.


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