The Parking Lot

Sometimes, I sit in the parking lot and wait
For the universe to whisper in my mind
And tell me, "It's time to go home
Maybe not tonight
Maybe not tomorrow
But it is written
And it will be
Now it's time to start the car
And it's time to drive onto the next moment
Carry your thoughts and feelings in the backseat
Let them sit and gaze out the window
As you head to the next page
And uncover the next part of your story"

Reviews

[Arundass TP]

Short and nicely written poem. Loved some philosophical hints behind this poem