Motionless bodies, Flat feet on the floor. Eyes fixed on the racing scenery. Music floats around us, the driver's choice. No singing aloud. No snapping. No mouthing the words. A glance is made at every other soul, sized up in your mind. Mindless preconceptions are made. A full blown stare is ended, with a flinch of eye contact. Look down! You're breaking the unwritten rules of the bus. which makes us all equal, for a brief moment of our precious time. At the stop we scatter, to the pit stops in our seperate lives, and we are once again categorized, by the way we look, the way we talk, and the things we do.. when we're not riding the bus.Birth sign: Aries
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