So today, whilst I’m sat on a bus,
I look out of the window, in look for a muse.
Thinking about my journey to my location,
My thoughts mix with countryside views.
Since it is OK to read on a bus or train,
I read many books for my pleasure.
Or if that is a problem, I can look outside,
Looking at views at my leisure.
A journey from beginning to end always has a middle,
Where it is a time to reflect
On what has passed by since the journey’s start,
And it is nature you come to respect.