Just like life

 I had to wait at the bus stop, I felt divided
My fate was in someone else´s hands
I stuck my hand out so the bus driver could see

The long grass reaching up the side of the shelter
Tickling it with seed heads
Tapping into conversation

Where are you going they said
-I['m taking the next bus out.-
That's no answer at all, it said

So I let the tapping and scratching interrogate me
No response formed 
Not from between my jaws, nor from my mind

The bus bore down mostly full
cliche'd Bus driver smile bearing teeth
Promise you might get to where you are going

He slowed down and the bus bowed before me
A tear fell from these tired eyes
I searched for my baggage there was none

I stepped up the first steep step
The elderly made way
I faked a smile and skipped through the turnstile

I looked out of the window
A storm clung to the edge of the horizon
"Say it's going to be a big one"

With that declaration the bus driver cut it into gear
almost a frown then back to the Jovial open smile
I looked for a seat, nothing doing

I gripped the hand brace and balanced myself
adjusting for the stops and starts, the bends and gear changes
Just like life