As I travel
I find myself lost
within my own thoughts.
I can’t find any difference,
is it the bus that’s shaking or is it just my trembling heart?
are there turns on the road or is it just my twisted mind?
are the roads filled with potholes or is it just my feelings and emotions going up and down?
what’s this foul smell of? The garbage that’s outside or the soul that’s rotting inside?
is the bus all packed or just my brain filled with imaginations?
did the bus get stuck or is it a traffic jam in my brain?
is the environment muddy or is it my vision getting blurred?
is the weather getting all blustery or is it that I am blacking out?
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