It started with my imagination,
of me standing in a bus
quite different from this one.
With longer hair,
and better clothes,
and nicer shoes, perhaps.
Carrying a bag
loads lighter,
eyes taking in the sights of someplace
new.

I guess,
when the time is right, I'll leave.

To be the same stranger you'll find
in a hundred different places.

'Someone not known
who knows everything'.

I like the sound of that.