oh, look what you've done.

You sit on the bus and hear the soft but consistent humming of the wheels across the tar road, the chatterring of a dozen people talking but you can't really hear what anyone's talking about. You look at the cloudless sky and wonder what's wrong, your mind starts to drift off to a another world, you think about life, you think about the mistakes you've done, you worry about many things, things like what you're gonna eat for dinner, whether you're gonna have a bad hair day tomorrow. But as the bus rolls along, passing stop after stop, you secretly wish your stop never comes, you hope, you pray...

You press the bell anyway.