Looks like this is the end
Dead stop
Full stop
Bus stop

Nothing much to do
Just sitting
Staring
Horizons daring

It’s quiet
It’s calm
It’s not too bad
Just whistling grass
And tiny ants

Wonder, wonder
What has life brought?
Hither, huther
What use is that thought?

Away away
Where the wind hikes
Like little maidens
Over hidden pikes

And the rumble of rubber
And the smell of dust
Putter putter
Get on your bus

And leave behind
Your philosophical mind
For someone else
To follow