The Terminal

He slumps on the bus stop bench,
watching the minutes tick by,
A bumper sticker says 'sold out!'
He wishes he had time to buy.

He ascends the bus as others hurried
To find the best seat this time,
He rolls out the newspaper he carried
And hides behind "The Times."

Buildings fly by, new ones fly in
While flowers color the scene,
Seats are freed, new faces come in
As he tries to look too keen.

"Where are you going," the driver
Wonders, staring back at him,
"You've skipped all stops
And to the last, we're now checking in."

"Back to where we started, sir
All I did too long was hop,
I realized all I waited for,
Was just another bus stop!"