Stop and stare

Riding a bus back home; Green fields, grey skies, and a blank slate.

Life whizzes past, human, animal and mechanical; Yet do we have time to stop and stare?

Provoked drivers, carefree farmers; Blissful men serving water in the sun with no care.

Pretty girls, laughing kids playing in the fields; Toll booth people asking for the fare.

Oh is this just a cacophony I see while moving; Or did I just stop and stare?