Bus Stop

I sprint to the bus-stop. The bus is standing there, waiting for me. I arrest myself, not to defeat my purpose by overrunning the bus. As I arrest my purpose, the bus begins to move. The bus has purpose too. The bus arrests itself, in beginning to move.

The bus is not moving yet, and I am standing still.
I try to catch the driver's eye, he does not move his head.
I try to catch the driver's eye, and now it is released.

The bus leaves me behind, my thoughts are flying now, we are transported