Life

I wrote this while riding the bus home from work

Life 

My life

That too crowded bus

Where the ride is seconds shot of you losing your mind

Faces seen but unheard

Thought come and go

Wasted creativity

Rememberances of lost loves or happier times

All shared unknowingly with completer strangers

Too close to breathe too far too scream

The endless ride that brings happiness at the end

And sadness as it will be done again

Life

Our destination is skewed

Like the ride when you get lost in your thoughts

Random tugs and pulls by the passengers of life

Enough to notice

But not so much to matter

Faces change

Eyes meet

Cold weather welcomes closeness in a sense

While summer brings tension and annoyance

Like the seasons 

Life

Short pauses

Long roads

Cramped bodies

Numb toes

Silent friendships formed

And familiar routines welcome

Just like

Life

So we know the ride the rules and the fare

Now lets figure out where to get off

Where to stay on

And what is the destination of

Life