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Alone on a Bus with the Rest of the World

Iíd love to share this emotion
But unfortunately Iím all alone
Iíd write it down
But how do you write an emotion?
Thereís something inside my soul
Thatís longing to come out in the form of poetry
But all I have is words
Which no one on this crowded bus of strangers
Would understand
Or want to hear
And those who would understand
Are thousands of miles away
Wanting to hear
And needing the emotion
Even the words

Half the people here wonít give me the time of day
And the other half donít have it
Meanwhile the rest of the world
Is falling apart
And thereís nothing I can do
Because Iím here
And alone
With words and emotions
And no translations