It makes you hurry,
then asks you to wait -
brings you early,
keeps you late.
That loud engine of the bus is the sound
of life trundling onward.
Winter jacket after winter jacket
entering through those clicking doors,
faces huffing out last winded breaths,
No matter how dreary the morning,
and cold the weather -
no matter how heavy your eyelids feel.
It keeps on steering you
to where it is
you don't want to be.