Automaticity

Perched on a bus stop bench
Just a little too high for my feet to touch the ground
My legs swing, like a pendulum,
Automatically
It now other join me on the bench
Their legs swing too
Not entirely with their awareness
So here we sit
Like children again
Automatically

Version 2

Perched on a bus stop bench
Just a little too high for my feet to touch the ground
My legs swing, like a pendulum,
Automatically
Two others join me on the bench
Their legs swing too
So here we sit
Like children again
Automatically