Bus Evolution
As I live in my Brain ambience
And flutter thoughts to different room areas
I fornicate invisibly for three seconds
Then become decent
I lip sync to a weather forecast on tv
It gives me great satisfaction
Like I’m still an Embryo in my mother’s womb
But I still know what the weather is
Then I try to talk Chinese
But I still sound Scottish, without the noodles
I open up a fridge door
Then realise, it’s not the weather? That’s making me cold
Yes! Thoughts are like that
Twisting and decaying
As they pass through a complex brain
I could of been a surgeon, if I’d only found the right brain cells
I put them in cohesion, but life wanted me different
They wanted me to drive, a local bus
And sell bus tickets, and that’s how I found out,
how my brain works, it has travelling brain cells
But that’s Bus Evolution
