lost on a bus: january 2005
it is a strange reality
we all live in
my thoughts come out
in scribbles on a bus
only 30 hours to go, seams like forever
true the trucks, cars, busses,
show the total downfall
of this society
what happened to living in place
using what is infront of my face
but i need to leave
maybe this is why some can stay
look ahead and not to the side
some of us live on one track
one road one life
22 years in place
22 years
For me