19: Bustrophobia

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The wheels on the bus go round and round
But so do the memories keep replaying in my mind
Round and round, round and round
How I wish I could just leave these nightmares behind


The wipers on the bus go swish and swish
Cleaning the glass for a clearer view
Swish and swish, swish and swish
I'm seeing it again, the pain that I've been through


The horns on the bus go beep beep!
Why should I spend hundreds to ride a roller coaster
Beep beep beep! Beep beep!
When I can ride a wild swerving bus that's faster


The doors on the bus go open and shut
All walks of life come and go into this massive vessel
Shut and open, open and shut
Careful! Your seatmate could be your lurking peril


The driver on the bus says "Move on back"
There are no more seats, sir, and yet you push us back
The driver on the bus still says "Move on back"
Like a full can of sardines, the bus was jam-packed


The babies on the bus go wah wah wah
Even with earphones on, the whine of the child prevails
Wah wah wah, louder wah wah wah
I envy you, child; I too would like to wail


The mother on the bus say "Shush shush"
As if that is of any help to the anguished baby
And yet she continued "Shush shush shush!"
Cramped and noisy, god it drives me crazy!


The wheels on the bus go round and round
Sliding through the highway at 120 kilometers per hour
My head also goes round and round
I could taste my throat becoming sour


The wipers on the bus go swish and swish
A sober man feeling drunk, vision blurry with clouds
Arms swimming through people, swish and swish
This is my stop, please let me out!


The horns on the bus go beep beep!
Driver didn't bother putting his vehicle to the side
He continues to spam the horns as one long beep
Freedom! Never will I dare try another bus ride


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