Run 「走る」

The bus driver plays
strange music,
his raspy voice
singing along
to strange
lyrics.

I look out the window,
because there is nothing
else to see.

The old woman gets off,
and three people get on.

Even with a couple and a baby,
the bus driver and his music,
and my loud thoughts,
the bus feels eerily silent.

My gaze locks onto the outdoors.

Three stops pass by,
but nobody gets on
or off.

I see
The Runner Boy,
running the same speed as the bus,
a big smile on his face.

I wonder how it feels to be
that fast.

I wonder how it feels to be
that free.