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.
Feb 21, 2012
Feb 21, 2012 at 5:08 PM UTC
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.
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