Bus Ride Home

Darkness outside my window
Streaks of cars
Flash by.

Beaten and tired
My head finds rest
On a frosted pane

My body is weary
But my mind races.
Lost opportunities and
Missed options
Torture me.

Memories play by
On a dark leather seat
Ahead.
They won’t leave me alone

You can break the body
But the mind
Never ceases
There is no escape


I hate this bus ride