when it was my turn
to depend on the bus line
bags spilling out my arms
at the mercy
of any strangers’ pity
struggling to map the city
it’s not like medical conditions
laden with complications
made obvious by walkers and pokemon t-shirts
i’m relying less on comfort. am i moving up a ladder?
is independence good or bad?
we’re all bussing it
we’re all swimming upstream
it’s a brutal awakening
that we are all the same
i only have a dollar
with my arm stretched out the window
i wish it was more
but i saved it just for you
i know it's not a super power,
but neither is invisibility
‘cause who could live like that
maybe it’s all a dream
and we wake up in the woods
& we’re holding hands
in a ring of flowers,
shoulder to shoulder,
& we start to dance
your crown could blind me
we’re all bussing it
swimming upstream
it's brutal awakening
we are all the same