Dessert 39

The traffic stopped, the rain did not. The man who stopped in the middle of the road has gone, somewhere. To stand in the middle of another road?

This is the rain I wanted elsewhere, to watch from another window. 

It finally stopped. I can go. 

Come and go

Easy come easy go,
So how come,
It's mostly easier to go
Than to come.

Someone

Now I am someone you never met.
But if you did...
Would I be someone you remember
Or someone you forget?

It's a line

A function of time.
When time comes
It will be crossed...

It's a bullshit haiku
Of more than 3 lines
About trendlines
And who gives a fuck if it rhymes.

My way

I want things to go my way, for a change, for once. But which way is mine? I don't even have the conviction to pick a way -  where should those poor things go?

It's a line

A function of time.
When time comes
It will be crossed...

It's a bullshit haiku
Of more than 3 lines
About trandlines
And who gives a fuck if it rhymes.

What would you say if

anyone asked you to speak?