I was sitting there uncomfortably satisfied
Amid the discarded flotsam
Of fast food wrappers  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