A Bus to Nowhere
John told me, a few weeks ago,
About this place,
A land far away from any and all,
Somewhere problems don’t exist,
And everyone stays happy.
I asked how to get there,
My eyes colored in starlit blues and painted hues,
He told me simply,
“You ride a bus there.”
I asked where it went,
“It's a bus to nowhere.”
“To Nowhere?” I asked,
“To nowhere.” He responded.
“Its a place near and far.”
“A place where no one knows who you are.”
“A place where you can be content with just living.”
“A land of civil rest.”
I repeated to myself,
“Nowhere..”
He told me so succinctly.
So effortlessly.
I thought it was real.
Then in my older years I realized,
There was no sunshine in John's eyes.
As I really realized.
The bus truly went
Nowhere.
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