night bus

She can’t sleep for watching
Empty streets and green fields passing
The sound of distant engines soothing
She’s moving
All around, the sound of people breathing
In the gloom, cocoon of soft light glowing
Unaware of where they are or where they’re going
She’s moving
....
All these places, like faces are fading
Her purpose is to surface in the morning
Towns drift past like thoughts she is avoiding
She’s moving
She won’t be coming back
She’s had enough of this place
She’s left them all behind
Tomorrow she’ll wake and it will all be new