The Bus Ride

Staring out the window, I see people walk past

In shorts, sandals, dresses and sunglasses, 

"Where are they going? I wonder 

They all looks so self assured and confident 

They're on a path and every step they take is firm and assertive 

Each step they take is a promise 

I often wonder what people think of me

When they see me waking down the bust sidewalks of town 

Do I fool them, like they fool me? 

Into seeming like I have my life together 

As I wander in and out of coffee shops 

Which in itself is fooling them because I don't even like coffee 

Having my life together, what does that feel like? 

What does it look like? 

I think I'll know when I have my life together 

When I'm happy and that'll be when everything is balanced and in harmony