Life is a bus ride - and nothing else.

In itself, life is like a bus.  You make stops along the way - sometimes, you let the bus go ahead and you catch the next one.  Sometimes you feel like you can't stop yourself and you just let go and let the bus take you wherever it will take you.  The bus contains only you.  Everything that's inside is yours and inside is a haven where you're in control.  It's your reprise and the requiem the rasp of the engine and the lurch through roads unknown.  You see people come into and step off the bus- just as  you do in life.  Sometimes you don't know where they will go after they disembark.  You look after them as they become lost in the crowds, swallowed by a countryside or a sea of people.  Whether there's a destination or not, you can't be sure.  The number and signs in front of the bus is everchanging.  6 turns into 968 and turns into 264M into 4.  They're just numbers that keep turning and turning - its identity is like a ghost.  There's times when you look outside at the scenery, at the roads passing, at the throngs of people below you who can brush past you without knowing you even exist.