I was sitting there uncomfortably satisfied Amid the discarded flotsam Of fast food wrappersΒ Β and paper cups At the crossroads of my life An oddly familiar stranger just offered me a ride Although I could use one I heard myself decline And I had to ask myself "Why .. Did ......you ..do that? So I fixed my mind on that unexepected response Emanating from beyond the confines of my consciousness Was it the fact that I don't know which way to go Or haughty pride at them not being around earlier When I trudged along the rough shoulder of life Tired ... ...hot and thirsty hungry for more than just food I could have really used a lift from just the offer itself I like to think I'm not ... not that shallow but I.D.K. I really don't Maybe that's the riddle The answer to know What I need to do to figure out which way I need to go That's what I want to believe is the reason I didn't leave But like I said earlier about sitting uncomfortably satisfied Among all those things people choose to discard these days it seems like Everyone I know anymore are oddly familiar to me So for a while right or wrong I'll hang out here as it appears to me to be ...where I think that I belong