He wiggled his toes,
Inside his shoes.
Waiting for the bus,
He had to choose.
But the bus that came,
Had different destination.
With a journey,
Full of unknown situations.
Now that it was the only bus,
He had to enter, without any fuss.
Whatever stops, it was going to take,
He had to face, the crowd of flakes.
As the time passed by,
He became pretty sure,
That he'd be at some place,
With radiant coloured fervour.
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