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moving on

Monday, April 18, 2005

life's a bus journey
some know their route
some don't
but we all travel through the passage of time
stopping momentarily at different intervals

some stops make us linger a bit longer
some are just for by pass

At some stops, you meet a strange beautiful lonely stranger
or even a smile from a passenger, that brightens up your day
but for most, you meet plenty of meaningless people
you see all sorts of persona
at the same time
you travel along
whether it's rain or shine
and see what life has to offer

at times, the ride is rough
other buses come crashing into you
some curse you for the lousy ride
cars cutting into your bus lane
people cheat you of your bus fare

you break down some times
and occassionally
help comes from the most unexpected places
a stranger motorcylist
an unknown pedestrain
with some warming words

and if you're lucky,
a lovely person will stay on with you
till you reach the terminal
some unlucky ones
travel alone
in an empty bus

but no matter what the ride has to offer
you still have to travel
and move on
till journey's end...

the beauty of life




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