I’m alone now, sitting by the road
Where we used to, staring at the sky blue,
Reminiscing on days we used to traverse
South rift terrain on a motorbike
On days we felt the world was never fair.
It hurts that I’m hurting but then again
I’m smiling. I’m smiling that
We had our fair share of friendship,
Agony and what life entails, living.
What’s the basis of friendship anyway?
I missed our last ride
Not because I wanted to.
I run out of time
And time is a master.
I’m just a servant.