Although the bus

Hours stolen to time
make you grumpy
make you kind.
The bus is an excuse to do nothing
to listen to music
to just think
just brood
just be.
Almost like the movies
you get to observe people
to stare
at them sleeping
to curse them talking
to be people among them.
Night has fallen
there's no light available
above you to read.
You fall into the pit of your thoughts
and you curl into the journey.