Custom Search

I hope it’s you

The rain pours down
runs off my face
and soaks my clothes,

It continues to the ground
fills the puddles
and soaks my toes,

Vehicles speed by
giving advice
and wishing me luck,

Don’t they see Im hopeless,
going nowhere,
and stuck?

I continue a drifter
side of the road
thumb extended,

Another car passes
I think it’s you
or at least pretended,

I continue walking
I can turn my back
Im a person too,

but I see another
over the horizon
I hope it’s you.

Bookmark and Share
number of view: 3342 | Cory Jones | This entry was posted on Monday, March 8th, 2004 at 07:57 and is filed under . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can skip to the end and leave a response. Pinging is currently not allowed.

Leave a Reply

Subscribe without commenting