Posted on November 11, 2012
I get off the bus, getting too rowdy
lost in my thots, crowded in here
Dark outside and I do not care
Still air, sticky feel and I do not care
Thots spiraling in my mind
Can’t see the future, the past matters not
A distance to walk and I do not care
I can’t sit still, I can’t walk straight
The future is ahead and I care
Can’t let someone take the lead,
It’s the future, my future.
Father Lord, take the lead.
– thots by Abi