How strange it is, to be the only passenger on the bus.
It shouldn't be this way, not really. It's 6:15, the evening rush. The driver isn't chatty. The air is the freshest bus air ever. Three minutes later and others board. My silent transit kingdom brought down, made common.
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How strange it is, to be the only passenger on the bus.
It shouldn't be this way, not really. It's 6:15, the evening rush. The driver isn't chatty. The air is the freshest bus air ever. Three minutes later and others board. My silent transit kingdom brought down, made common.