a man at the bus stop was reminiscing 
talking to his wife and a neighbor. About
the road that was paved, it used to be gravel;
&quot;no traction unless it was your bottom&quot;
He was amazed at the new bus that wove 
here every half hour. I had to smile.
My grandma says I&#39;m too young
to be growling about being innocent,
to crave older times. But it&#39;s not that.
It&#39;s more that I hated the present, so I grew
up faster to make it feel a little bit better
And now I wish I could go back...
but at least the road is paved

the bus stop

I have spent my whole life wanting to be somebody else. Now I just want to be the girl I was.