3The man walked on
Like always
He sat in the faded blue seat
Next to me
Like always
He glanced at me
I glanced at him
Our eyes met and…
I look away.
The courage isn't there
The time isn't now
So I pull the string
Open the yellow door,
I looked back at his weather-beaten face,
once more,
and got off.
The man walked on
He sat on the faded blue seat
Next to me
He glanced at me,
I glanced at him,
Our eyes met and…
I looked away.