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An Ordinary Trip
Air conditioning on
A couple arm in arm
There’s a man on the phone
Something about a new job
He seems happy
Teenagers at the back
Singing lyrics to Bruno
Enjoying the high point of life
Before years of labour begins
A woman with her baby
Cradling him with affection
Afraid that every bump
May cause danger to her jewel
The sun is shining
Through these dusty windows
A breeze reaches me
A calming touch of nature
Helps me enjoy the scenery
So much heat
From a warm day
Adding to the 17 people
Sat in here with me
Cars passing by
Sirens
Is it an ambulance?
At the aid of a dying man
Or the police?
Chasing down the man
Who causes danger to society
And justice must be served
To ensure the protection
Of the people around
A mixture of green and grey
On either side
Underneath the brilliant blue
Sapphire sky
There’s a woman next to me
Engrossed in this little object
A black box
As she looks down
Upon its shiny lights
I wonder if she’s aware
Of the things I am
As I think to myself
What a whirlwind of commotion
For just one tiny trip on the bus into town
A couple arm in arm
There’s a man on the phone
Something about a new job
He seems happy
Teenagers at the back
Singing lyrics to Bruno
Enjoying the high point of life
Before years of labour begins
A woman with her baby
Cradling him with affection
Afraid that every bump
May cause danger to her jewel
The sun is shining
Through these dusty windows
A breeze reaches me
A calming touch of nature
Helps me enjoy the scenery
So much heat
From a warm day
Adding to the 17 people
Sat in here with me
Cars passing by
Sirens
Is it an ambulance?
At the aid of a dying man
Or the police?
Chasing down the man
Who causes danger to society
And justice must be served
To ensure the protection
Of the people around
A mixture of green and grey
On either side
Underneath the brilliant blue
Sapphire sky
There’s a woman next to me
Engrossed in this little object
A black box
As she looks down
Upon its shiny lights
I wonder if she’s aware
Of the things I am
As I think to myself
What a whirlwind of commotion
For just one tiny trip on the bus into town
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