Bus Crush

Oh— how handsome and mysterious you are

So I try to imagine what your story is

While knowing absolutely nothing about you— from afar

What keeps your wheels turning— by day and by night?

How do you move beneath the sheets?

What makes you cry and what gives you delight?

So maybe you are not that cute— but I’m forced to sit still right now…

So daydreaming during these times can be fun…

Oh Stop 47, that's me. Nice to meet you in my head— ‘ mister bus crush’

Gotta run!