I am driving down that familiar road alone
and it seems to look the same but really
everything had been drenched by times of uncertainty
and as I slow down…
take a closer look
as if I am writing a book
on lives I will never know…
Some people moved on…
Some people tried to stay strong
amidst a battle to find land
money, or a helping hand….
And some found wealth
whiles others found uncertainty
some found green pastures
while others roamed around endlessly…
but they all stared up from the same cup of coffee….
Wondering where the past morning went.