Bright Grey Days

As the bus passed through gray scenery the people nodded their heads with every bump every stop and go. The long days pass and every minute is worn with worry, unable to stand up to the world the people sway.  I refuse to sway,  counter-balancing every movement, unable to give up to that real world that seems to belittle the imagination that built it. Get off the bus, and the people move forward. That is beauty.

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