You are dragged by...

You  are dragged  by  ........

 You    sit  in the  window   seat  of the

Deluxe bus, a  window  , a must  for  all ;

  The  flying horse,   already  started with 

A  mechanical  load of  passengers,

Red  soil, agitated, flares   up,

Playing  blind man’s buff,

e- Ticket punctures   your   countenance

for it is disappointed since  you  scantily

care  for your destination:  knocks

  your    panjandrums  though  you 

 don’t  appear  to be.  You  cant 

measure  the  distance,  hot  and

cold   temperature,  for  there is  a

boiling point  from within,  fling  the

euphoria  of  suffocated   existence,

blow  the  balloon of   heightened

Scattered   imagination,   a  live

Rehearsal of  the hollowed    past,

You   are   immersed in   a  different world,

Destination  reaches  you, by the repeated

Call of the  Conductor, your  handbag

Dragging  you  slowly there.