You
Sitting there
Looking like a third world queen
Some mythical mermaid hood fantasy
You there
Looking like a dream caught in a nightmarish reality
Like you can't see the street
Like the filth from the ground and seat can't reach you
Like the smell of dead dreams can't pervade your celestial being
You put on your headphones and leave
What time line do you enter
I wonder
What regality allows you to sit at the bus stop
Like that bus that's coming is going to be a chariot
Like the last of an unknown dynasty
What gives you the strength to war paint your face so elegantly
Who you gotta be ma
Who you gotta be