the bus

just like the bus leaving a city
the driver drives towards a destination
where passengers can stop along the journey
from the window
i can see ppl all around the city
unfamiliar faces with different agenda in mind
first impression doesnt count
but it leaves something in memory
even she's wearing black,
doesnt mean dats her fav color
but it says dat she has a black dress
something makes her bought it the other day
sitting in the bus
the conductor comes to me and i show him my ticket
if it's invalid
i might be thrown away
but of coz i've paid
i've prepared enuff money for the ride today
so, i sit still
bcoz ppl dont walk around in the bus
i dont recognise ppl beside or in front of me
i dont know their history
just like they dont know mine
but still, we r in the same bus
waiting to be at places we wanna be
we r under the same belief
dat the driver knows where the path is
he's the leader in our short journey
but we hav the rite to ask him
can u pls add a bit speed?
bcoz i'm in hurry
but a man in front of me insists
dat we shouldnt be speeding
bcoz my need doesnt speak for the majority
i agree
bcoz give and take is wat i believe in
so the driver drives slowly
may b someone should replace him
but if the new driver comes in
he might drive in speed
which more than half of the current passenger would find uneasy
ppl,
different in every inch
God create us with such diversity
so i learn from the one next to me
who's expensive clothes dont say his daily bills
he smiles at me
and i smile back politely
but, no!
i'm not into lovey-dovey kinda thing
i look over the window
realising my stop is coming
it's a rule
to ring the bell b4 the stop
bcoz the driver need to be ready
to know dat someone is about to leave
goodbye driver!
thank you driver!
as slow as u hav been
i've survived it
the bus left me already
just like the bus left the city
i'm nothing but a small part of it's daily routine