on the bus I am jittery
in my room I am not free
in my room I’m in, deep in
on the bus, I focus on what
he is not saying
in my room, I build his thought
from words that don’t exist yet.
on the bus, I’m foreign
I feel separated like I’m the one going
I play
it
safe in my room.
I want to step out
I want to leave the room
when I get back on the bus.
he says nothing,
his mouth isn’t moving.
the only thing going is the bus.
Jun 5, 2014
Jun 5, 2014 at 12:34 PM UTC
on the bus I am jittery
in my room I am not free
in my room I’m in, deep in
on the bus, I focus on what
he is not saying
in my room, I build his thought
from words that don’t exist yet.
on the bus, I’m foreign
I feel separated like I’m the one going
I play
it
safe in my room.
I want to step out
I want to leave the room
when I get back on the bus.
he says nothing,
his mouth isn’t moving.
the only thing going is the bus.