Day 268 – The Bus

It’s doing me good to realize
I am not the one driving the bus
but I still pump the imaginary brakes
every bump we hit

It’s doing me some good to see
my steering wheel is just a toy
but I still grip at ten and two
and try to turn it

It’s terrifying to know that
I am not the one driving the bus
but I am the one constantly trying
to take command