Sunken eyes and sleeping feet
Foreign, perhaps unrecognizable to those who once knew her
She knows neither where she is going nor how long she will be gone
She’s on the midnight bus to nowhere
Waiting for the last stop
City lights **** past
A blur of mysterious incandescence
A collage of multicolored ambition
But the true radiance lies on her face
Glassy irises reflect and refract the passing scenes
Taking them in greedily as a miser saving gold  
It’s all she’s ever wanted
She’s on the midnight bus to nowhere
Heading anywhere but back
She’s thought too hard and is suddenly not herself
Peering down at her hands
Not her own
Some stranger’s, some being’s with more courage, more audacity than she
Nothing is quite real
But then again maybe nothing’s been real until this moment
This one glittering second
Lost to us after it passes
And what then?
Existence starts all over again
Your head’s moving faster through time than your own feet on the ground
And when you stop the cosmos flow from your mouth as you speak
The most unadulterated insanity
Could never compare
To the endless synapses of ecstatic mischief
That comes when we’re running faster than we ever thought possible
Maybe to something
Maybe from something
Maybe blindly into the unknown
Every second
More hammering than the last