We're all going somewhere

Glum faces,
Going places,
Bags on laps and litter traces.

Sitting down and standing up,
Sandwiches and a coffee cup.

We're all going somewhere,
Trying to move on,
On the coach and onward,
Why must it take so long?

Sitting awkwardly on suitcases,
Leaning against a wall,
Searching for your coach number,
but the writing is so small.

Ticking names off paper,
Counting by the head,
Packets of crisps won't fill your stomach,
Wish you stayed home instead.

We're all going somewhere,
Trying to move on,
On the coach and onward,
Why must it take so long?

Boredom starts to take over,
And your phone is nearly dead,
The newspapers a metro,
So you'll stare into space instead.

Bladders nearly bursting,
Where did you put the change?
Thirty pence to urinate,
Are the coach station deranged?





They're calling for your coach now,
You'd better get your stuff,
Onwards to your destination,
By now you've had enough.

On the coach you go now,
Juggling your bags,
Your suitcase has a dodgy wheel,
So you pull and heave and drag.

The driver is a jobsworth,
Checking every X,
You forgot to print your ticket
but they did send you a text.

Up the stairs you climb now,
Searching to find a chair,
Praying that someone doesn't sit next to you,
The journey would be a nightmare.

The coach is on its way now,
This is where it starts,
You said you wanted to leave this town,
But really its close to your heart.


We're all going somewhere,
Trying to move on,
On the coach and onward,
To find somewhere where you belong.