The Bus

Swirling masses of people permeate the city streets.
They are all going somewhere...
Lost souls or people merely trying to get home.
You can almost feel the despair...
There's the business man that just doesn't want to drive...
There's the beaten down man that you're not sure is alive...
There's the mother holding her infant child...
You mistake a passing grin for a smile...
The diesel and the squeaking brakes...
The combined number of huge mistakes...
I wait on my bus all alone...
It will take me where I sleep, but never home...