the crowded room

the scene:  a crowded room.
you sit down next to some guy,
hardly noticing.
then most others gradually move on
and you are suddenly left
uncomfortably near to this guy.
you both want to move, but
that would be weird, so there
you sit, almost breathing on
each other….
now take him somewhere else.
maybe to your place–
practically speaking, you got
to enter the room of your thoughts.
but if you hang around too long,
as you, (just as per the Universal
Law of Bus Travel) one of them–
the smelliest and most gabby,
will end up in breathing distance.

greyhound, leave your thinking to us,
cause we own your seat.