It’s finally over
And I’m on my way home
I would say it’s like the first time,Except that truly, it is not.‘Cause life is not a cliche,
Rather it’s like back in those dayswhen I worked in a place
where I came home before shops closed
And before the sun set
and the work was so close
and I had so much time
because the trip home was so short.
That was more than a year ago,
It was a different time.
Although I’m in a similar situation
And I wish it wasn’t so,
I felt a bit of that optimismI think stemming from then
when had I realized how much more time
I had since I worked so close to home
And though I work much much farther than way back,and I come home much much later as well,
For some reason I feel a bit of the same optimism
And I wonder
If maybe, unlike that past optimism
Is one for the future.