Have you ever ridden the bus at night, and you stare outside the window. Listening to your Ipod or MP3 player, or whatever while at the same time, everything around you just stops and holds still.  For every word that is sung in your ear, to every beat of every drum, you see you images, scenes that visualize in your mind that describe what is going on in the song. But of course, the things that you see, and the music you hear, all relate to your current situation.

I think it’s one of the reasons why I don’t mind taking the bus. I’m able to think and see things I normally couldn’t.  I am able to feel emotion that is only brought out by the combination of thoughts and feelings, being fueled by music and scenery.

I want to run.

I try and move.

But,

wherever I go,

I can never escape you.

Decisions. Uncertain.

Dreams. Thoughts.

The snow begins to fall, but I’ve already fallen.

You pulled me here, but throw me away.

Haze. Fog. Confusion.

Time eases all. Minds become clearer, sight is shown to the blind.

Yet, time is the factor in everything that occurs.

Too early or too late, the outcome is the same.

And nothing is ever on

TIME.