Comfort on the Greyhound

the mind weaves in and out of conscious thought
from bus stop to love lost
the sun cracks the horizon
soon swallowed by the mornings low clouds
tears dry looking at the new day
as i hand over the smokes to a child
hope springs from a small seed
a vine on the front steps
choking plants covering their sunlight
i'll pray the best is yet to come
comfort on the greyhound
i'll drink up the stars tonight
will i accept what i've done
it's the stories i want to tell
and the stories i've never heard
it's the love i couldn't give
and the strength to be alone...

that hurts the most.

i've walked down so many wrong roads and i question the one i walk now.