I did this while on the bus one evening. Gonna put it up here for your reading pleasure. Don't worry if you don't understand my meaning. I post poems that hold meaning for me so that you may find your own.

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riding to my house
Home is a phone call away
Orion my friend in the sky
hes so far away tonight
phone in hand i am far from home
the push of seven numbers close
mind on the wheels
spinning spinning
slowing...
slowing. . .
slow. .ing. .
stopped
i have reached my house
far from my home