Daze

A lifetime passes in these moments
as the world flows by,
and I wait.
For purpose, for reason, for someone to hold:
For a light to find my way.
Life passes in the minutes on a bus
bouncing slightly with the motion
As I stare
At the driver, the street signs,
The children that cry:
At the ridges on the floor.
I lose it in the seconds between shows
as commercials play
And I doze
Without dreaming, or caring, or thinking of things
To do when I'm awake.
Life flies by and flees
And I lose precious time when I forget
To notice the taste of the air I inhale.