The Party Bus

December 15, 2017

Everyone grows up hearing of the Party Bus
Its line grows and shrinks as people come and as people go
Where does it take you? No one knows
Its once your older that it comes,
And although it takes some sooner, and others later, some, it takes them not.
People await. They seek for the ticket of time to land in their hands, assigning their departure.
That the one-way ticket, to that embellished Party Bus
People wait in line, eager for the Party Bus to come
Cheerful… accomplished… ignorant
They wave goodbye to their families, homes, memories, childhood
They’re off to a new destination called adulthood
I stand in line. Ticket in hand. Everyone before me has entered the Party Bus,
But me, I'd rather stay

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