Time is pouring through the hourglass of our lives and every grain of sand that trickles past the narrow space of the here and now is a moment slipping away that will either contain a treasured memory or simply be lost in the shifting passage of current movements as a missed opportunity ..
Monday has come around again
I’m in the same old place
The same old faces always watching me
Who knows how long I’ll have to stay
Could be a hundred years of sweat and tears
The rate that I get paid ..
Sometimes I slowly drift away
From all the dull routines
That are with me every day
A fantasy will come to me ..
They’re what I really need
Think I’ll rob a store, escape the law
And live in Italy ..
But, I guess I’ll always have to be
Living in a fantasy ..
I paid my bill – astonishingly it cost less than 7 pounds (14 dollars) including bahsis (tip) and car wash and extra bottle of water for the ride; I had not felt so satiated and rested for many days and the few lira tip was worth the extra attention .. hitting the road again, I turned toward the sun and where it would soon set across the Aegean, knowing that I had made acquaintances who would remember me as I would them, having discovered a little about each other and the paths that had brought us together in a moment of compatriotism and shared human interest ..