Ideas in Motion (a poem)

Ideas in Motion, a poem

On a bus, we’re stationary,
Yet the speaker tells us to take a trip,
The aim of which to get to a place,
Who knows where.
All I can think of is the vehicle we’re in,
The purpose of which to not move,
Only to raise awareness that it exists,
Not in the centre of a park, on the grass,
To encourage locals to ride the road
Without a licence but for charge.
It is free to sit and explore today,
Like a tourist on a vintage relic,
Ask obvious questions and sign,
The waiting list for special training.
Only I already have a bus buddy,
Don’t need disability assistance,
Own my own future money.
I would pay to see the train display though.

David A. Church

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