Out here I'm out of the queues
I am no longer comparing myself
I love bus stop
I love the sun warmed curve
On this high hill looking over the land
Praying the bus never comes
observing the single isolated trees
How they perforate the sky's horizon
Out here the sky seems bigger
it's holding a conversations with me
It gossips with my personal future
Leaving me out of the details completely
So I sit here on the warm curb
The bus hasn't come in days
And here there is no night
Passing cloud sustains me
The sun itself keeps me company
I could live this life forever
Just observing the horizon
Showing gratitude for simple continuance
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