hope

where to go and
with whom
and how fast
or how slow

departures
no arrivals
no tears, no smile

what the hell

people talking
people laughing
people talking

too much noise
can’t hear the music
of my own song

never look back
don’t look at all

just walk
don’t walk
walk

head full of nonsense,
shoulders hanging

thinking too much
never enough

words and sounds
too distant too near

need some air
back on sunday