Commuter Thoughts

Watching out the window as the bus flies down the road

Passing streets, highways and cars

On my trek to work

At the will of the bus driver

I look out the window at others making the same commute

Sometimes I look into the cars and stare at the people

I still haven’t found anyone smiling

This commute murders the spirit

The proof is on the faces of those drivers

What is their reason for this journey

They must share my dread of what the day holds

Or are the mentally preparing themselves

More cars zoom past the bus with drivers expressing their hopelessness

Looking around the bus, it’s the same thing

People on their phones trying to escape from what awaits them

Some getting much needed sleep

Still, others look out the window to see who joins them in their misery