Passenger

943.Passenger (Confusing Maze)

I was a passenger on a bus
But I never forgot about us
And each time I’d stare out
The window, did I shout?
I was a passenger on a plane
With fervor did I strain
Because it was a challenge
To ride in place of revenge
I was a passenger with very little money
Some thought me insane, but some thought it funny
I really don’t care, I still love my honey!
But sometimes I think of wabbit, that rascally bunny
And the rabbit likes to spring and jump
From this side of the fabulous stump
Which never moves and is oh so stable
I randomly remove myself from the table
I was a passenger, not the driver
So I thought myself a survivor
And felt like I was MacGyver
Why am I still alive – Err…
Yes some missionary spy
Out for adventure, out to fly
And I was open to surprises
Spontaneously reacting in my guises
And the passenger is a messenger
Telling all those lovely tales
Of where I’d been & how love prevailed
Even though I’ve felt I’d failed
But no matter the role we play
Of passenger or driver each day
Passive or aggressive, we get by
Actively seeking our piece of the pie!

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About bognetta

Love has been so much more powerful than other people's control. I think it's all love, but sometimes it doesn't feel like love. That is because so many people are defensive, protective, and do not care to trust in that four letter word...love!
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