I sit in a bus with a fixed destination 
I sit in a seat which thousands have tried
I stare outside looking for clues
Where am I? I ask myself.
The music out of my EarPods leads my mind
To the place where no one else enters
I glance at the screen inside the vehicle
Nothing interesting, just distractions.
I look again outside
I hunt hints
I miss loved ones
I think of the future
I fear uncertainties
I drift in my mind.
I remember, at last
There is no ground
No sky and no wind
Which could stop me from moving
Which could kill my motion.
And for that and for more
I’m heading south today
But most frequently
I’m nowhere to be found.
