Bus Stop (Cont.)

I saw that doorway come at last,

a shelter from the storm.

It called my name, while opening

(assurances so warm)

I climbed aboard with hopefulness,

and sat with confidence.

Assured at last that I would reach,

my treasured providence.

The wheels rolled and engine roared,

so sudden in its flight.

Mesmerized I looked around,

and gloried at the sight.

Tomorrow felt so far away,

and nowhere to be seen.

Miles down the road ahead,

just like a promised dream.

And so I settled in that night,

without a single care.

Trusting in the road ahead,

and promises a far.

I closed my eyes and pressed my face,

to rest upon the glass.

Only then to fall asleep,

as all the lights were passed.

I stumbled from a fever dream and tugged upon the cord.

Pleading for another chance,

for us to turn around.

And then I heard the only voice, to echo in the bus.

“It’s not my fault you rode the loop, and never chose a stop.

I’ll let you off back at the start, for you to try again.

Another bus will come around,

but who the hell knows when.”