I sit in the bus and I see

A future without me

I sit in the bus and I feel

My cuts and wounds heal

I sit in the bus and I find

An ailing old lady with eager eyes

Staring at me for quite a while

Keen on sitting in my seat

I look at her in denial 

I can't let her take my place

I'm not ready to switch my phase

I sit in the bus and I don't know

Where it is going next

But I know where it is going to go.