i dreamt of an orange bus

with only 4 wheels

single decker

and 53 people on it

noisy

not minding their business

shouting at each other

moving too much

prisoner of their minds

of each other

the orange bus moved slowly

wobbled

trembled

swayed

and the people weren’t happy

‘hurry up’,

‘too slow’,

‘unsteady’,

‘unstable’

the bus tried harder

but the rain started

the bus tried harder

so the rain hit harder

the colour of the bus

turned

from orange

into acid

the bus melted

the people disappeared

the rain stopped

the road stayed the same

the sun went down

and so came the night

at 3 am,

the bus came back to life

now it was purple

not bruised

all empty

welcoming the silence

whistling

as it went

with no passengers

no taunts

it was stable

steady

driving at its own pace

for no one

but itself