The bus

I often take a bus home.

Knowing it would take me more time to get home.

Giving myself a reason-

"took longer to get home because i took a bus."

my face is facing outside and not really

seeing anything, just letting sight passing by.

The comfort i crave by occupying myself

because "a bus took longer."

As if i am placing the reason

on the bus.

In reality, i was avoiding

doing something.

I just wanted to be be.