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Waiting for the bus and beginning to lose my mind... A minute turns to four, then twelve and now half an hour has passed me by... Time keeps ticking, the sun keeps setting and the longer I sit the more I feel my rot Calling to hear what I already know-- The bus aint' coming...And my inpatients grows! No further ahead, no closer to my goal... Just left behind...                            By the bus that never showed
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Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
The Bus
Waiting for the bus and beginning to lose my mind... A minute turns to four, then twelve and now half an hour has passed me by... Time keeps ticking, the sun keeps setting and the longer I sit the more I feel my rot Calling to hear what I already know-- The bus aint' coming...And my inpatients grows! No further ahead, no closer to my goal... Just left behind...                            By the bus that never showed
I wrote this just the other day. I don't think any explanation is needed... ...Just venting. I usually try not to sound so "sing-song" about my writing but that's just how it came out...
#anger#bus#system#rage#fury#transit
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andrew-kerklaan
Canadian
Aug 24, 2014
Aug 24, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
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