My Traveling Jewel

As I was walking through the park,
I was holding my jewel
thinking, dreaming, hoping
that one of these days I too would
be on the double decker bus,
travelling through the crowded
spaces of London.
I could hear the traffic roaring behind me,
leaving the odour of its past generation.
I glance back to reality,
realising that the science of adventure
was right in front of me.
This whole time I have been asking for something
that could have been done, just by turning around.