The occupants of buses. The travelers. Those roving, restless
searchers. Who've left it all behind. The lost loves, the disappointment
of parents, etc. But have they really left it all behind?
Traveling is simple. You've got clear cut objectives, destinations to
work your way towards. Sure, those objectives change once every few
days, but for those couple of weeks, life becomes so simple again. You
look to do things out of pure interest, not with any thing like
responsibility, or duty guiding your hand. Carefree, in almost every
way. All you're thinking about is the present, the next two days maybe.
You're not weighed down.
The traveler. The weary soul. Those lonely hearts, whether by choice or
by circumstance. A kid, thousands of miles from home, one of millions
of transients. Doesn't enjoy life one bit, because every dollar he saves
translates into that much more food for his family.
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