My Perspective

My figment

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Looking out the bus window
How the scenery rushes
Before I make out what I see, it flees.

Imagining myself rushing with it,
Flying over all those trees.

Sometimes I kept up with it,
Sometimes I couldn't.

Although left behind, it eventually reaches the desired point
But the figment fades if you, yourself is not by your side.
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Hint
The rushing scenery is life.

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