I am waiting. Waiting for so many things.
Including the bus.
A bus came but it was going the wrong way.
A bicycle passed me by. There was no room for me.
A taxi honked its horn at me. But I didn't have enough money.
I heard the gallop of horses, and I was tempted. But I looked away.
Finally. Oh finally! The bus....
Good things come to those who wait. Or at least that's what I tell myself.
Tell me, are you waiting, too?
