Falling Asleep on the Bus
Early beginings, for to long we refrain
Sweet lies and sharp truths
wrapped tight
coming clean in the rain
Sour words breach my peace
while we stand under the drain
We pick bugs from the gutter
hoping one will see past our insane
The doors open wide
and up and up we climb
What happened and what will
is forgotten for a time
We drift on through purgatory
Your shoulder on mine
We doze off to a world
where we are just fine
We sleep for some hours
The driver moves slow
Falling asleep on the bus
with miles to go
This poem is about:
Me