The Bus #inthewildernessontherun #screenplay #lorijeanfinnila
I just thought of this, the many times I ran with my son as I see a bus slowly ride by my home now.
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The Bus
Many times I ran on a bus
Oh it was so free
No one knew where I was going
Just me, him, and the air
The possibilities that were coming to me
A new place
a new time
New scenery
for me and my child.
hope, it always did bring
A new place to live
A new store to shop at
A new path of a plan to escape
New long roads to walk
Where we didn't know
where it would end
Until it would come to face us again
If I were on that bus
Where would I go
As it moves slowly by me now
It gives me time to
Think of another place
And time
Where would I be
A different place than here
A place with more freedom
To move, outside of the confinements I"m in
Perhaps a place where my mind could freely wander, be curious
Wonder what might
be going on out there
What might include me
The excitement rises
To these thoughts
I know how far buses travel
To a new world, light, and thought
A physical movement different
From what I know
Where it's been
How it's been shown
Life on the bus
Would seem so fun
A laugh, a hair pin, goofy faces
That might never end
A story so beautiful
And great, I can't even tell it
For I'm still trapped
These four walls
with my thoughts
as the bus goes slowly by
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