Day 24/366

When you don't see it coming,
The big bus comes and hit you.
As you see it move quickly away,
Its strength depletes you.

Life, the bus driver, never slows,
A ride to somewhere,
A land you'll never know.

It kills some pedestrians,
Cattle too,
One by one they all succumb,
To Life's deathly tune.

But hop onto the bus, if you dare
The ride will be worth it,
Let go, don't care.

Be the sole survivor,
Make it off the bus alive.
But never forget the fact:
It only gets better at night.