The icy burden of the truth sat with him,
All the while the bus rumbled,
All the while his thoughts tumbled,
Soon he would arrive
At his destination,
To be confronted by his fate.
He wore a suit,
As do all men compelled by controlling forces.
Governments,
Corporations,
Traditions.
All around him the world whispered,
Perhaps a warning,
He could barely hear above the din of his own thoughts,
And deep in his mind another sound,
Perhaps a bell.
