The Bus is My Sanctuary
This poem takes a snapshot of life and existence. Life is a mirror reflecting back different images to us.
When I get on the bus
I can let my mind be free
Free to write this poem
Free to stop and eat ice cream
On the bus I think about great heroes
Flying planes and leaping over tall buildings
Sitting in my sanctuary and getting carried
Away to the moon and the stars
Riding in my artistic studio
Watching the characters and the actors
Performing a great Shakespearean play
Blocking out the tall buildings
The noise and the pollution
The bus is a quite place
Where ever I must go
The bus is my only sanctuary
I can let my mind be free
Free to write this poem
Free to stop and eat ice cream
On the bus I think about great heroes
Flying planes and leaping over tall buildings
Sitting in my sanctuary and getting carried
Away to the moon and the stars
Riding in my artistic studio
Watching the characters and the actors
Performing a great Shakespearean play
Blocking out the tall buildings
The noise and the pollution
The bus is a quite place
Where ever I must go
The bus is my only sanctuary
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