this bus doesn't move it's the rest of the world that does
this bus is flying much too high
a ship of the galaxy
and the rain begs on our exterior
like asteroids forged by ice
busting our defences with pleas
calling us out on our sins
reeling us in with exponential guilt
hydrolic power sneaks through the gaps
and leaks into miniscule cracks
some people get the emergency hammer
and smash the window in the back

they jump so willingly
spinning in...