Poem By Steve Kimberley
Sat on a bus, in no relevant place,
You see the people who change their face,
Theres no time to stand and stare,
at people who just couldnt care.
You see them, you see them wandering
you see them, as clear as the bright sky,
sitting uncaring for the story that your life has developed,
and you realise, you dont know them either.
Every day, they go about their business,
as if you wasnt there, and why should you be,
you play no part in their life,
your just another passenger on the bus.