The bus is not so full now,
through the glass the sky begins to redden,
my bag's on my lap,
my eyes are on the road.
In this rectangular metal box
I pierce the city's veins,
watch them pump, pulsate
with people I may, or may not, meet someday.

I wonder where the hell I went wrong
Couldn't see till it was too late
Now I wander lost within walls of this labyrinth
A victim of inevitable fate

I was warned to be careful
But I threw caution aside
Desperate for peace of some sort
Problems eventually multiplied

Said it was only temporary
Till my resolve began to cave
And the ditch I had dug surely deepened
Until the hole became my grave

When the walls surrounding me
Got to such a threatening height
That they shut out rays from the sun
I adjusted to life without light

But I long to give one final attempt
To climb out from depths of this abyss
Laughter ringing in memories past
Is an artifact I wistfully miss

Every day my smile fades more
Realizing one of my greatest fears
That the longer I loiter in this low place
The more likely it will forever disappear