The bus leaves and I remain,
No direction to go, no transport needed.
The people who ride the bus are lucky.
They have a purpose, if only for a short time.
The freedom given from the purchase of a ticket,
Is something overlooked by most people
To be moving in any direction for only a short time
Is a reprieve from the stillness.
When only thoughts have their way.
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