The Imperfect Bus

There I was

On the road

Waiting for the bus

Rode the wrong one before

Now watching for the right one

There she comes

Not in perfect condition

But I stopped her nonetheless

I looked at her

But she stares at me confused

I asked where she is heading to

She’s heading the same point as me

I wanted to go up

But she stopped me

Halfway on the stairs

Helplessly I stopped

She wants to make sure

Telling me to wait first

As she too, before

Took the wrong passenger

Well, here I am

Still watching over her

She stares endlessly

Towards the road

Wondering what, I wonder?

I know my destination

But not her I supposed

I won’t get out anyway

Until she says so

Coz I think it's the right bus

I pray to God

Hopefully she’ll let me in

I don’t want to stop another bus

One is enough for a mistake

I want this imperfect bus