Feels like I’m moving backwards
Sitting here in this bus,
Just another passenger
I can’t tell you how my heart beats
I wish I could hand it to you so you could feel
Every low, rumbling thump
Every quick paced, rushed drum
If this seat could talk
It would tell you I’ve written some of my best words,
cried my most defining tears
On these here seats of public transportation.
I’m not going backwards
I’m just moving slowly
And I’m writing my best work
Here, on the seats of this bus.