a passenger

a passenger alone on a bus,

sitting, quite and blank

not a person in hundreds knows them

for they do not know themselves

staring out the window at nothing

a glass portal to emptiness

an escape from reality,

minutes described an eternity

if you were to wait for this passenger

you would surely miss your appointment

but you do not care, for in this moment,

the moment wins

the passenger sits in stillness

as you watch, filled with agony

you are confounded by chance

but chance is a certainty

you must depart the bus

you leave the passenger alone.

were ever they are heading,

they are just a passenger.


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