The Bus Stop

I’m waiting for the bus; how long should I wait?
Because I’ve been here awhile, the bus is pretty late
I guess I could give up, and no one would really know
And I don’t wanna go, anywhere anyway

I know that I should be well on my way
But I’d rather sit here and wait another day
I might go somewhere better, but I might end up someplace worse
All I know is it’s safer to wait for the bus

Someone said we’re all broken, that’s how we get the light
Well could it please come and find me, 'cause it still feels like night
There are so many voices but I can’t hear a sound
I’m lost in the forest, not sure I want to be found

I know that I should be well on my way
But I’d rather sit here and wait another day
I might go somewhere better, but I might end up someplace worse
All I know is it’s safer to wait for the bus
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May 15, 2022 at 4:42 AM
Brilliant, gone are these days, when you sit wondering if you've missed the bus. In major towns they have digital information boards like at the train station. :-) I remember well the old people asking me to read the number on the approaching buses because I had 'young eyes'. I hope you catch your bus, to somewhere beautiful.
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