Jam

The beats blare.
Head's bobbing.
Toe tapping.

The snare rises just as my body rocks.
The words take over.

• I know you want me I made it obvious that I want you too So put it on me Let's remove the space between me and you•

Can't stop this.
Gotta move.
Gotta feel the rhythm of the crowd.

Bus

I'm sitting on a bus.
It doesn't matter how lost you get.
But in the end, well...
There will be an end.

So you sit and wait,
Packed and unpacked.
Traveling on a bus,
With an unknown end in mind.