unsent draft messages

I wonder when the day will come,  

The day when I will be that weathered old man 

Standing and staring at the traffic 

Almost as if to say, 

This is enough for me

I’mma stand here and watch the rest of you mugs run

You’ll all stop eventually 

But fresh ones will keep coming

Keep on running

Pretending we have somewhere to be

As though the circles we run will set us free

No thanks youngun, this is far enough for me

Peace and love ✌🏽