Imagine you wake up on a bus.
you don't know why you got here
but you know how,
through that door.
You look around, confused
where is everyone?
You hear but can't see.
Where you're going, you don't know.
where you came from.
no idea.
This is--
you are interrupted by
a very uncomfortable
turbulence,
You're hurt. When you think its all okay,
it hits you again
And again
Suddenly it's not about if it will stop, it's
about when will it happen again?
This is ridiculous!
You shout, exclam,
while kicking around in your chair
come to find you're actually bound
you stop. Out of fear you can't bear
cos if you finally break free,
what's waiting for you out there?
You sorta just accept
and persevere.
You gaze out the window
ignore what you hear.
the beauty unfolds
laughter and life
sadness and death
and love.
Every one has their significant other,
a soulmate,
be it friend or lover.
But you realise,
you want what these people have
the magic they own.
could be a ticket out of this
ride, or a
remedy to these bumps.
That person is me.
𝐼 want what they seem to enjoy.
I want to stop worrying
about the next rough patch
and instead enjoy moment
with one I can touch.
Not just anyone,
my one
A new world that hatchs
'Imagine you wake up on a bus. you don't know why you got here but you know how, through that door.' -This is how you're thrown into life and you don't know why you're here but you know how you got here (birth) 'turbulence'- is the hard times in life
