The last seat of a bus,
The best place to hide within your dreams
The safest place to take refuge,
from invasion of concerns in the city
and forget everything that needs to be thought
Forget your mistakes,
whose music disturbed the balance in your life?
The most dissonant music is “errors not forgiven”
“Mistakes not forgotten”
The driver calls “Main Street”
Your eyes stare into the steams on the windows and you ask yourself “why”?
….Why you have never gotten off the bus in the “main street” until today?
You always ignore the main street, the main road, the main way,
because you rather a dead end street!
Driver: “The last stop”
The last passenger leaves the bus
and the last seat waiting for another lonely passenger
Published in 352 Degrees (http://www.352degreesmag.com/issue-two.html)