‘we’re never going to survive, unless we get a little crazy.’
After that bus ride, each one after that reminds me.
Reminds me, over and over
Even you would have been surprised at my journey.
Ran home, showered, unbrushed hair dripping,
packed up, taxi ride, too late to buy bus tickets,
Thank you Mr. Bus driver for accepting my plea and cash.
Comb in one hand, mouse in another,
But really you saw me in all shapes,
So what did it matter,
I had removed my shield you see.
