Through a Bus Window


The sun and rain, but
for some people,
the moon and the ice

Children at play and school zones, but
for some people,
chasing dreams and escaping life.

Nature's prayers and smiles, but
for some people,
man-made pessimists and frowns.

School bus windows, but
for some people,
only way to get around.

Racing home, but
for some people,
running from Hell and everything else.

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