They say ‘It’s about the journey not the destination’.

Saturday morning 
Bus stop 
Cool air sun glow
Green leaves tree and

Headphones flower song 
Plucked by algorithm 

Humans expect transport somewhere 

Humans expect transport

We do not know
We do not know and
We do not know

Fall into the empty space and let it hold you

They say
‘It’s about the journey not the destination’

I miss my stop 
Because I am too busy writing this poem  

I miss my stop 
Because I am

Fall into the empty space 

This zen shit will be  

The death of ‘me’