There she sat, head in her hands,
Staring blankly out the window
Of the big yellow bus.
Her hair was neat, her clothes were clean,
But they did not define her.
For in her eyes was pain and fear.
Her expression was blank,
As if she was waiting on that seat
For something to change.
She watched the landscape
Zooming past her,
Like timey fragments of her life,
Ebbing away.
And then she clenched her bag,
Resolutely stepped off,
And began to wander awkwardly
Towards her home.
