it’s just another night
they go home by taxi
i go the other way
the driver looks at me
he asks where to stop
but i stay silent
it’s just another night
they go home by taxi
i go from myself
and now my only thought
that i’m short of money
for such a lifelong ride
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2021
unbolt me 
You’re a star, Tati and I’m sure God will make sure you get everything you need. That’s what people always say to me but without the “star” part! 😅
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Thanks so much for reading Tati’s fine little poem! Glad you enjoyed it! 😀
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Tony,
Good to know there is a good journey ahead even when the ride seems so uncertain.
Thanks,
Gary
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And it’s always uncertain, I feel.
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You never know what a day may bring. For me that’s a little faith that there is a good plan in place even when I don’t see it.
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Such is life. But walking is good for health.
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Good for the ol’ ticker too (the heart, I mean). 😛
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Threads of life coming together in dreamlike reality. Complex and mind expanding. ❤❤❤
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I couldn’t have put it better, Summerhill!
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The cabbie’s “where to, buddy?” is a metaphysical question, a crisis-point. Where to, indeed?
So I just take Uber. If I don’t know where I’m going, the car doesn’t show.
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I’m hearing Uber’s pretty much the answer for everything these days! 😛
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I liked your’ poem.
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Tati thanks you!
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