I am on the bus,
Waiting for the nest stop but never getting off.
I cannot fail,
My mind will not let it happen.
I wish I could get off,
But I am afraid life will become stationary.
The bus takes me places
The problem is that I watch the world from the window,
Watching people, places, things, my life goes by
The easiest and hardest thing in life is to live.
We all start to die from birth,
Few live until death.
We all thing being contempt comes with one more object.
We think it comes with age, with time, with love,
Then we thing happiness has passed us.
What we don’t know is that what we have no,
We need to hijack the bus, do something crazy.
We need to start breathing deeper and thinking less,
We need to break free.

By Anders Crabo