I was sitting on a bus when I saw myself today
Looking out the window, I was tedious and grey
The wind was blowing black and lonely leaves alone
An empty avenue, the diorama was all wrong
The other me was anxious, abandoned and alone
Looking at the limbo of a lost unknown
Nothing was near so I looked away
As the bus escaped into an empty day

Closing in around was the sound of disbelief
Closing in around was the nothingness of grief
Closing in around was the color of conceit
Closing in around was the odor of deceit
Closing in around was the emptiness of need
Closing in around was the meaningless of me

I was, I was
Running away!