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The cruel bus
Running after it, catching a running bus
i know my stamina is never enough,
Run and run , feet hit the broken pavements
Arms stretched out ,I'm running again,
Panting and yelling, why don't you stop?
Do you see my desperation to somehow get on?
I'm fast , as much as i can be,
I pass all the houses, pass the big tree,
It doesn't look back, my stretched waving arms,
Laces untied, i trip a lot
Ruthlessly getting faster,it accelerates
I'm getting tired, gradually losing my pace,
Yelling it to cease , just for one moment
indifferent to me, puffs smoke from the vent,
i realize now,it's time to give in,
This bus doesn't see my longing for him
My gallops are now comparatively slow,
Wave for the last time, i need you still,
Squeeze my stomach to catch some breath
Alone on the road, no story to tell,
I turn back with anger and a lot of frustration
Regretting my desire for it with such determination,
Not running after it, I have made my decision,
So i stand on the side waiting for a bus,
That runs after me, against all norms
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