"When life continues, I use the bus"
The title is appealing! Let's start reading.
The bus didn't come today
I tried to feel mad
But something dawned to me, I say
The bus didn't come to the narrator, and the narrator tried to react in anger, but realized something else.
I know now why it
Neglected to pick me up
From the stop where it did:
The bus had a reason to avoid the narrator. (duh)
The narrator was not ready.
(And so)
as the bus felt my doubt
it left to become my mouth
Wait! The bus leaves and becomes..his mouth?
I'm afraid to board
that bus in green
In green clothing?
I'm afraid to go
the street down
The narrator's afraid to go down the street. Pansy!
to school
to sports
to friends
to shops
Nevermind. There's something wrong with the narrator; he's afraid to face the world.
I'm afraid to live, I pressume
I won't continue
Suicide?
Damn, are those the only things I go to?
Wait, what? Was the narrator referring to this:
to school
to sports
to friends
to shops
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It took me a couple reads before I understood the narrator's position. Life just scares the hell out of him, and he's not sure how to approach it. I like it; it's a subtle message, but through decipherment it leads to something deeper(and depressing). Good poem!
One thing: what's the bus? It's a metaphor of how he avoids life, right? If so, why didn't it pick him up? Is that his realization: that his life has been meaningless so far and he's dealt with it long enough?
Mind me and my series of questions. I don't mean to be annoying.
