Moving Window - Creative Adult

From a moving window

There are cities I will never visit

Blurry lights along the highway going around

It’s funny how we bounce all over

Wandering on new locations

Telling ourselves things were different

When we’re not here

There is nothing to it, and I’m thinking

Who is dreaming, and who is distracted?

There is nothing to it, and I wonder

Why it is I don’t know how to feel

Watching from a moving window

People walk in both directions

Some are holding bags and smoking

Looking at their phones

Others waiting for the bus to come

And take them where they stay

Or maybe to someone they love

How could one tell?

There is nothing to it, and I’m thinking

Who is dreaming, and who is distracted?

There is nothing to it, and I wonder

Why it is I don’t know how to feel