If life is a highway
    then I'm afraid
the only people I've met are hitchhikers
   waiting on the side of the road
       for a ride
           to anywhere really
I stop
    because I could use the company
and also
        I'll get to use the carpool lane
Some passengers come and go
    without much effort on either part
the only thing they leave behind is a slight stench
But then
            there are the few
    who insist on driving
and take roads
    to places
            I never thought to imagine
they set up permanent residence
   and I am
helpless
in the passenger seat
        but as it happens
            with hitchhikers
they merely want a ride
to that better place they're going
    and I
        am just
the transportation.