The Wheels on the Bus…

Turn like the relentless gears
Of my mind
In constant anticipation
Of what is to come

Shifting and shuttling
They're racing against time
And I can feel the thump of my heart
Shuddering up my lungs

The apshalt road before me
Grinds beneath the lurching brakes
The world shoots by
Washing windows in pastel crimson

I feel as though I'm looking
Down the barrel of a rifle
Each fear refracted back to me
Like a bullet in my skull