kwentuhan 2008

there were lights
coming every second
passing
going
giving way
wasn’t hard to see
even in the morning

songs of doom and gloom
of war and waste
of lives not lived
i remembered
they were beautiful
your hands
flying
and i was restless

we drove past seven exits
seven, count ‘em
and we waited for the eighth
but it didn’t come
and we were waiting

we saw a man
knocking at cold windows
empty hand asking
empty hand sent away
emptied my pockets to give a dime
but the line moved
and he’s gone

the exit, you said
told many stories
but i never bothered
to hear them
it’s alright
come to think of it
you wouldn’t tell me anyway

it’s the eighth
slowing down
turning right
your hand still flying
catching air
i’m still restless

time found us
and we were waiting

there were lights
coming every second
passing
going
giving way
it wasn’t hard to see
how it turned out to be

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