Bus Ride Philosophy

As I sit in a trance, with my headphones on,

Taylor keeps voicing melodies about lovers gone.

I sit beside the enormous window, open to the world,

The rough wind tickles my face and distorts my curls.

I stare out, observing the trees engaged in the marathon,

The setting sun judging their steps to see who won.

Unfinished foundations seem to embrace the dead,

Lurking in the dark, waiting to be fed.

Dogs, cats, whiskers and paws… I wonder how God is so perfect.

Does He like to do clay art or painting on Heaven’s canvases?

I see houses fly by like unstoppable rockets.

Horns and lights command the progress;

People surround me, laughing or mourning selflessly,

Work experiences, colorful dates and classroom gossip.

The murmuring dies away when their places arrive.

However, I am gratified to be a part of this joyous life.