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?