Window to the past

a bus ride down memory lane
the place between pleasure and pain

outside
the scenes
past and present
assault my senses

wistfulness played
across my lips
as a familiar tune
sounded within the
pockets of my mind

so many times
so many ways
and all the moments
that passed us by

yet all we could do is
heave a sigh
and be thankful
that everything we will keep
till the day we die.

it's something unpredictable and yet in the end it's right.
i hope you have the time of your life.

*oh i hate clubbing. still