At times the kids who sit up at the front
are kinder, less annoying – more like kids.
I hear their games and happy laughs amidst
the roaring of the bus, a churning gun.
And wondering, when I had had that fun
if I appreciated it. I miss
that joy and carefree, careless happiness.
Nostalgic, missing all those things a ton.
I want to join their games of puns and rhymes.
I want to sit, belong to something too.
I want to search the world for hints and clues...
But now I’m older, not just youthful nine.
I’m independent now because I grew
and never to return to what I knew
I isolated the "Nostalgic, missing all those things a ton." line to isolates its heaviness from the carefree childrens' scene above it. "But now I'm older, not just youthful nine." is a sadly definite statement, while the last two lines are independent, lonely, floating, haunting phrases left alone.
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