Looking out of the window, I gaze into the open space...
As minutes drag by, little do I recognize a single face...
All I'm aware is I'm perched on a bus seat...
Reacting little, and in no sense of any heat...
A set of bizarre thoughts whiz by all at once, nothing stays past a second...
Not that any mean a thing, not one that I want to reckon...
Try to move my glare away, so many known faces with sleep conquered eyes...
Why can't I be normal too, shut them tight, that would be nice...
Two more seconds go by, and again I find myself staring...
This instant sizing the window pane, the next, gazing beyond a clearing...
The routine follows every single day, nothing new to add again...
Until a new face enters the stage, no other lessons to be learnt today...
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Brilliant...I didnt know you gave a shot at poetry too! :)
The geeky bus ride effect, I see is the cause! ;)
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