This bus is packed, my peers are loud,
I wonder how to escape, but friends surround.
One of them records on tape, a capture of our glee,
As we head to a Centre, a hub of energy.

The bus crawls on, slower than we'd like,
We talk, sing, sigh, and gaze out the window's sight.
Houses, shops, and bars pass by,
Hardware stores and more, a blur as we roll by.

Some play games, lost...