sitting in a bus.
looking out at
moments flying past the window
what makes a city, a city
we urbanised
and take vacation from
the claustrophobia it causes
to enjoy the nature that
we chased out of our homes
the eternal illusion
breaks
from reality
then why
destroy it in the first place?
sitting in a bus. I watch the faces of you all
absurd parts
that make a whole
uncountable pieces
that complete the puzzle
individuals
that constitute humanity
there you are
so close and yet so far
so intimate and yet
so distant
choosing to keep hold of
a pole
a seat
a strap
instead of each others hands
sitting in a bus.
at the same time
proud to be member of us
and ashamed for what we’ve done
don’t you see
can’t you imagine
what we could accomplish
if we would just be –
sitting in a bus.
