OOOPS! Suddenly, your consciousness leaps into your brain. Your body tells you what you fear. You dash across the room and grab your clock, it hits your eyes so clear, your late.
You grab your things, and scramble out the door. Drop something, stoop and leap, burning off again.
The reality is all ready known as you round the corner. You stare at where the bus had been, the horror proven, your late.
The cold calculating mind begins. Excuses and truth weighing each other. Battling until the answer comes clear. You rehearse what you will tell her. Anger and frustration, it's to late.
The smile hits your face. The laughter at the futility of it all. Your worry vanishes and puts you in your place. Well you could always wait and call. After all, we all have been to late, just a little to late.