A bus ride…

Verily a bus ride I try,
To remember,yet still
many many hours fly
In a bus,uncounted I fill…
As I watch,the window shows,
The rest of the world,its ebbs and flows;
These sights and sounds,they parody
A new yet familiar orchestra’s melody…
As the wind blows in my face,
I suddenly feel the urge to race,
The exhilaration i feel,as it gobbles up the road,
There’s never a moment left to feel bored…
Some old faces,I remember from everyday,
Some new ones i see too,that fade away;
Such is life, You’ll find your destination one day,
What matters is the journey along the way…

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Insignificance

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Insignificance,my friend,Is a grave matter,Of putting your whole life,Out there on a platter.
You shout,you scream,you make yourself hoary.But does anybody listen,Now thats another story…
A second glance,a thought,thats all you vie for, But a snobbish world awaits,tat doesn’t care anymore…
Your insignificance,your mind’s devil,It burns up your soul
It blackens your heart,like ashes from coal…
Greet not my friend,these silences with tears,
But face them instead,and banish your fears
then within you,you’ll find,what was always there,
Then you’ll give your true worth, for the whole world to share…