On a bus ride again
Where I rest all my cares
To the wind that blows my face
And the to the black night in its embrace.
When shall the journey end I know
It is my soul’s desire to let go
Let go of things that has been sown
Things I never need, I never own.
When it was joy to share some bliss
There are also things that I have missed
I was so eager and cared so much
Never minded that it could hurt.
And on this bus ride where once I was
A carefree thinker so unattached
My soul do yearn to share some bliss
Only have to keep it within my self.
MGM 07/13/2018
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