Bus Four

I look around at my surroundings.
Walking through campus,
Snow is falling.
And the trees are swaying.
I get to my first destination.
Sitting there on that cold,
Old bench,
I am waiting for warmth and shelter.
As my second destination approaches,
I see a struggling old man to my right,
Now sitting with me on the bench.
Traveling with this man,
We're headed toward destination number three.
Awkward silence is broken,
When the man says, "Hello."
I respond with the same remark.
Finally at the last stop,
I begin to walk off bus four.
Before entering the cold winter air,
I look back at the man.
He says,
Goodbye...

Priorities

Same ol' me.
Just thinking,
About what's going to happen next.
What we do now
In the present,
Determines our future;
Good or bad.
Same ol' me.
Just thinking...
I'm sick of me,
Thinking constantly...
About you.
What's it for anyway?
I'm trying to lift the world
For you with my shoulders,
But it won't budge...
Same ol' me.
Just thinking...
Why should I make you
A priority in my life,
When I'm just an option in yours?
Am I wasting my time?
Only you and God know.
The same ol' me
Would wait for you,
Until you make up your mind...
Now,
I won't do that.
I can't.
Still the same ol' guy,
With the same ol' personality.
Something has changed though,
The search for that special someone;
Continues...