Better Off

The seat is cold beneath my things
I wonder why it’s taking so long
Its days like these I want to die
Days like these when I wonder if I’m wrong

The bus is late in coming
I’m sitting here freezing my butt off
The wind around me is gently humming
Giving me time to think that I’m better off

I want to know what’s on your mind
The wind whispers your name
I long for your breath on my cheeks
There is so much, I must refrain

Life so often, gets in the way
Wanting so much more from you
I’ll let you slip silently away
Its all there is for me to really do

The bus churns down the road toward me
I throw off these oppressive thoughts
On the bus you wait to greet me
Giving me time to think I’m better off