Awake

The ride home today was long, and as I drift in and out of slumber, the fleeting moments that I was awake reminded me of a night long ago.

I was seated right behind the driver as well, and on the same bus service. The day had been long and the nights torturously slow thus far.

The streets have changed, but the sentiments are all too familiar. As the thoughts flow refreshed through my head I recall what I have been told.

I am yesterday's better, and I intend to make use of that strength. .