Bus Stop

I ride the bus from stop to stop
People coming
People going.
But I’m still looking for that one stop
That ends this never ending search
For where I may belong.

I’ve been here
I’ve been there.
I’ve been in this direction
And that direction.

Taking on life
One bus at a time.
The next opportunity shows itself
Just up the road.

And as it comes closer
I have to make the decision,
Get on, or keep waiting.

Another bus passes
Another opportunity wasted.
While I sit on this bench
Waiting for the perfect opportunity
To jump on the bus
And go to the next destination
That’s right for me.