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bus 19
Posted by poeticnook
on
8/09/2013 12:58:00 PM
in
poetic license
in the buses here, the gazes never meet
like time-bound travellers rushing from one destination to the next,
there is no time to say "hi, how do you do?" or "what a lovely morning, it looks like it won't rain"
just a quick "thank you, driver" before we get off and leave again
as people are trapped in their own devices, with music that matches the soundtrack of their lives
the ride goes on from suburb to slums to downtown to park,
and shuttles us from house to work to leisure then back to places we call home for now,
I find myself back here again,
in the middle of everything and nothing all at once
Everything goes in circle
Even bus 19
2013.08.08.2013.5.03.p.m.pst.
like time-bound travellers rushing from one destination to the next,
there is no time to say "hi, how do you do?" or "what a lovely morning, it looks like it won't rain"
just a quick "thank you, driver" before we get off and leave again
as people are trapped in their own devices, with music that matches the soundtrack of their lives
the ride goes on from suburb to slums to downtown to park,
and shuttles us from house to work to leisure then back to places we call home for now,
I find myself back here again,
in the middle of everything and nothing all at once
Everything goes in circle
Even bus 19
2013.08.08.2013.5.03.p.m.pst.
