The Edge of Departure

A ticket worn, edges frayed like my mind,

a journey began, with the thrill of the blind.

Smells of leather, dust, the past in my palm,

I boarded a bus, heart racing, yet calm.

With each mile I took, uncertainty swirled,

the world stretched ahead, new dreams unfurled.

And I held my breath as the landscape would shift,

every moment a promise, a delicate gift.