The bus

Smile as the country side is lovely indeed

I visionary a place to be with my friend and I

But a shift of emotions hit the air

I hear his snicker

The street his eyes glance mine and the is pain there in

He stares so plainly at me and then heads on his way

Where are we going

I stream so silently

That I driver smiles with glee

Dear over comes my heart

Dare I say what is next

I scream loudly and proudly

Driver please please turn around then go home

He replies with nothing but laughter

A sinister one to boot

We are in the high way to hell

Breath

I'm free

I'm alive

So one can hope that this will delightful is the sky

Pink puffy clouds

I drift into sleep

Hope to stop when I wake

I slumber

Wanting nothing to smile

To be home

To be free

To not be confined

I breath

I awaken in the dead of night

Smiley like sinister

I walk to the driver

He's gone

I start the bus up and drive home

Like a maniac

Home Sweet home

Here I come