Route 11
I was mistaken
about this bus.
I thought it'd be short,
a nice little trip,
and nothing more,
but the bus just kept going.
I thought maybe it was wrong,
or I was on the wrong bus,
but the stops kept coming,
all labeled "Route 11."
"How could all the stops be wrong?"
I thought.
"This must be
the right bus,
the one I was supposed to take,
if all the stops are labeled 'Route 11.'"
But it just kept going.
South and West,
South and East,
then South and West.
So far South.
I was sure it was supposed to stop
where I wanted to go
in 10 more minutes,
but it just kept going South,
and I just wanted north,
so now I don't know
where it's heading.
It's just me now,
all the other passangers left.
I've become convinced
this is Charon's Ferry,
or Dante's Inferno,
Or the Twilight Zone,
and I'm never allowed
to reach where I'm going,
stuck forever on a bus.
I've accepted this fate,
eternal travel on this bus,
always going South.
This is it.
This is the end.
Send my loved ones my farewell
and give my stuff to Joe.
There are no more stops,
you see,
on this doomed Route 11.
about this bus.
I thought it'd be short,
a nice little trip,
and nothing more,
but the bus just kept going.
I thought maybe it was wrong,
or I was on the wrong bus,
but the stops kept coming,
all labeled "Route 11."
"How could all the stops be wrong?"
I thought.
"This must be
the right bus,
the one I was supposed to take,
if all the stops are labeled 'Route 11.'"
But it just kept going.
South and West,
South and East,
then South and West.
So far South.
I was sure it was supposed to stop
where I wanted to go
in 10 more minutes,
but it just kept going South,
and I just wanted north,
so now I don't know
where it's heading.
It's just me now,
all the other passangers left.
I've become convinced
this is Charon's Ferry,
or Dante's Inferno,
Or the Twilight Zone,
and I'm never allowed
to reach where I'm going,
stuck forever on a bus.
I've accepted this fate,
eternal travel on this bus,
always going South.
This is it.
This is the end.
Send my loved ones my farewell
and give my stuff to Joe.
There are no more stops,
you see,
on this doomed Route 11.