Bus Ride

She sits alone but doesn't look alone  
With her knees up against the seat in front of her  
Slid all the way to the window  
Her iPod playing  
Her sweater ruffled by the breeze and  
Her long golden brown hair tucked into a side braid  
I look at this girl and wonder who she is  
Her head tilted to pier out the window  
Her face absorbs the sun  
As if the sun can't focus on anything else but her  
She is so beautiful but I don't think she knows it  
She will beloved  
But does she know how much she deserves  
 
She sits here again not interested in talking but looking out that window  
Why?  
What does she see out there that she hasn't seen before  
I toss a paper ball at her and she looks at me  
Her big brown eye  glistening  
I feel bad but she doesn't seem to care  
She just looks away and listens to her music  
She smiles at the sun  
What is she thinking about  
I want to be that happy  
 
I sit here everyday  
Listening to my music and I'm lost in my own world  
No matter how many times I look out this bus window  
There is always something new to see    
Trees growing taller and curling over the road  
To find others like a canopy and the breeze and the sun add to the ambiance  
The hairs that don't quiet obey to my braid dance in the wind  
But I don't dare pull them back  
Because I wouldn't want anyone to pull me back