Bus Trip

With window view I take this trip, Set on a cue As thoughts now skip. This bumpy ride Feeds a sane find, Strange faces hide With troubled minds. I stare blankly At this old world, Watch things blurry Fashion new swirls. Time follows me In waves unseen, Trick or fancy Lurk deep within. The plot and play Upon the breeze, The tired dry day In humid squeeze. Words on a bus That I attire, Feel finds full blast As thought conspires. Soon I will reach My journey's end, A few lines teach An honest bend. Word patterns hurl A frame of mind, Swirl upon swirl As stanzas find. Leon Enriquez 23 April 2015 Singapore