The sands of time

The sands of time slip past as the bus catches motion
My rough untamable hair whirls unbound
The glass pane gets rain kissed
I slowly let rain drops settle in my face
I inhale the smell of dust settling in the parched May afternoon
The world looks green yet a distant gloom overshadows
Is it the pain of my heart or pain of the woods?
I seek not the answer
Questions! I have stopped believing in them
I pull my scarf over my head as I prepare to jump a puddle of water
I kick past the sand grains
A gypsy in me learns to hum a tune
I no longer hold the sands of time!