The Bus Of Life

The pace of the walk so fast in this unpredictable lane
Sweat beads form a wet necklace on cloth so plain
Holding hands together not an option when the feel is missing
Drunken gaze on the seductive gait ahead, unrequited blessing

Indian summer bestowing it's love upon us like a cruel father
Journey commences moving inside a metal box with peep holes battered
Billboards talk mutely to the audience underplaying their role
All they can manage is a vague smile at the futile pathway up ahead

Roads and alleys keep on moving towards the black hole in fold
Destination attracts the curious man with her siren like wails
Incomplete houses hiding inside a elaborate scheme of false tales
Love streets pass by with Jim's voice crooning to haunt the dark

An absent mind regrets the mistakes pinching like rocky splinters
Defense soldiers take over, for the night is young for recreation
This moment the whole world is an empty barn for me to play in
I glide in my thoughts and slide on the rides to the way home,so far

As Mount Doom gets closer, the ring in my chest expands with mirth
Familiar faces crop in front of my vision, not all of them breed joy in my world
Been led down this road enough to know the potholes and shivering lights
Every time we see each other in the eye, signal a warning we both ignore

Street signs helping the aimless to seek refuge in their knowledge
They say you do not need us child, you have to craft your own road and bridge
The metal box lets out a dying wail, it has no tracks to move forward to
I start the walk alone, the poles accompany me, we dive together into the roads unknown, 

all but one which leads us home.