And there comes the red light.
It was a gloomy day and the sun is starting to set. But not the traffic. I am feeling quite bored as the one minute traffic light slowly count down and as usual, it never fails to make me realize how much I hate waiting. I hate waiting.
And then Joy Division's New Dawn Fades starts to play on my car's stereo...
A change of speed, a change of style... And then I saw a stranger.
A change of scene, with no regrets... A beautiful stranger.
A chance to watch, admire the distance... She was sitting in the left-middle part of the bus next to a window with her head effortlessly leaning on her left hand while her pink lip is in an innocent little pout.
Still occupied, though you forget... She was watching the flock of birds fly into the light orange sky with fiery; looking a little astonished.
Different colours, different shades... The way I see her with those sparkling look in her eyes, I think she wanted to be a part of them.
Over each mistakes were made. I took the blame... She wanted to be a bird. She wanted to fly.
Directionless so plain to see. A loaded gun won't set you free... She looked so beautiful; with her long wavy brown hair and her
black turtle neck blouse that I can still see from my car's direction.
So you say... And so I say.
Then the stoplight went green.
We'll share a drink and step outside. An angry voice and one who cried... I drive, a little slow than usual. Secretly wishing that the traffic stuck for a little longer.
We'll give you everything and more. The strain's too much, can't take much more... She is beautiful. But rather sad.
I've walked on water, run through fire. Can't seem to feel it anymore... And then the bus turned left. Shit reality.
It was me, waiting for me. Hoping for something more... For one last time, I look at her.
Me, seeing me this time... I caught her looking back at me.
Hoping for something else... I turned on the other side and drove away as we took our different paths.
