Poem #2 : Sitting in a bus

Sitting in a bus, he sees
Their lives falling apart,
Unconscious and careless beings,
Fooling around,
Screeching and laughing loudly,
They can’t see they’re dying.

Despondent,
The poor kid seems himself
Withdrawin’ deeper and deeper.
He used to have faith in humans,
But this feeling exists no more.
He has nothing else to do but dream.

“Were the world mine” he thought.

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