Rådhus

Happier times; Arne Jacobsen and the yellow bus.

So many things I don't understand,
like why happiness is a dead end.
Often I wonder, if to hope is a sin,
for some things can never begin.
Streetlamps cannot illuminate,
all the words that were left unsaid.
Will you give me a guiding hand?
I am tired of circling, I need to land.