It comes

Roaring down the lane

Warping my hopes

Into pure memory

Just out of reach

But moving closer

Closer

All the time

I run

Faster and faster

My legs, like thunder

It's not too late!

I can make it!

The man in blue shrugs

And pulls the lever

And then

It is gone

And I am left at the corner

And where it was

Now is nothingness

Stupid bus system