Welcome aboard

As I take my seat/ on the bus/
I stare towards the window/ lost within/
The intricate maze/ that is my thoughts.

I look not out/ of the window/
But at it/ and realize that even/
Inanimate objects/ can detect my emotions.

For the path left/ by the raindrop/
On my window/ mirrors exactly the path/
Of the tear/ upon my cheek.