Never have known where this bus will take me.
Each turn as unfamiliar as the last,
the views from the window get stranger everyday.
No marker or sign along the way
I found myself seated here
no stub or map in hand
Long before I had the questions
of who I am and what I’m doing there
I never will know where this bus will take me
But I know where I’ll be
Beside a traveler or two I met along the way,
All just passengers on route 17 to decay.
14/05/2020