Friday, September 30, 2011

Route 27

On the crimson bus
To work and back
Before cards are swiped
After names are typed

Starting row number one
Ending row thirty two
Number eleven thinks of his child
Number six shakes to her song
Number twenty is still on a call
Number eight wants to shout
Is this what life is about?

The driver enters the gate
Brilliance meets its fate
Mediocrity raises its head
Destiny pretends to be dead
Yet, a moment after the bus stops
And before lives become props
Just as everyone sighs
And bodies rise
Somewhere on a seat
A man rises to his feet
And it is sworn
A dream will be born

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