Bus Stop
Sitting and waiting
For the ride to begin
Envisioning the journey
It makes me grin…
[But]
The bumps
The long roads
The potholes
The foggy windows
The yelling and screaming
The thinking and worrying
The words of discouragement
The lack of nourishment-
Occurring before reaching my destination
This all tempers my naive expectations
So I continue to sit
And I continue to wait
Thinking about this test
That looms in the horizon
One day it’ll all be over
When I’m not feeling screwed over
Maybe I can man up for once
Take matters into my own hands
For now, I’ll continue to wait for pain
That will strike me like this bus