BUS SPOTTIN’
Passing away, time doesn’t exist anymore
Stuck in the hotel, sprawled across the
floor
Blackness ahead, yet vivid colours I see:
Green and red, buses driving over me
No sound can be heard, all alone
Feeding the thirst up here on my throne
Looking down on the people below
Each catching buses, but where-to we’ll
never know
One day there’s a chance
A sound will be heard
A taste will be sensed
A touch finally felt
That day is a million moons from now
Yet I’m content in this bubble
Bouncing through the streets…
No-one notices as they board their buses:
Some green, some red – flying high
I don’t recall a time, when time was there
Yet I’m content, here on my own
Bus spotting: green and red
Red and green
