Here I stand
on these tiny feet at the bus-stop.
My first time aboard,
a ride with unknown.
Faces unfamiliar, but look similar.
Stranger-eyes stare
in the haze that surrounds.
Here I stand
on these big feet at the bus-stop.
I'm just someone
who tussles with the clock,
caught up like everyone
in the everlasting maze.
Still unaware what lies ahead.
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