The Bus Journey

I’m swimming in a sea of thoughts,
Some of them frivolous, some profoundly rare,
I see them, they see me,
But no one else knows they’re there.

These thoughts float aimlessly around me,
My eyes are locked on them,
My eyeballs cannot move away,
And though my brain tells my eyes to close,
These disobedient twins listen not to what it has to say.

And now these thoughts are changing their colours,
My vision goes dizzy, all reason is cloudy,
And, sensing vulnerability,
All varied thoughts surround me.

A melancholic mist of mauve,
Crying unseen tears of lament,
Implores me to hear its sad tale,
Of sharing its sorrow, forgiving all regret.

But, before it can begin,
The bus gains alarming speed,
And these roguish beings,
Sensing emotion,
Emotion upon which they feed,
Run amok around my gaze,
Crashing dark green’s greed,
Into the remorseless rage of red,
Growing Death’s little seeds,
Pale unreason, an uncanny fluid,
Which action does impede,
And all these murky creatures,
Are born of human need.

And now, hypnotized, I can resist impulse no longer,
Curious, almost to a fault,
I reach out to feel these intimate beings,
However, just then, the bus comes to a halt,
What an interesting journey it has been.

All subliminal creatures disappear,
Into darkness, pain and fear,
I look above me, the sky is grey,
And now it is time to resume my day.