We are the Passengers

Passengers we are
Traveling far
Through day and night
No end nore obstacles in sight
A smooth lonely road continues ahead
"Soon" the bus driver said
On a vehicle we ride
Our destination is where the driver decides
196 seats are filled
With loud mouths we sit still
The weather random at times
An answer we try to find
Argue and debate makes us blind
The drivers identity we seek
The beliefs given by each race and ethnicity
As life is a long road with an unknown end
A question of where and when
A bizarre thought in your mind it sends
The driver is he fake or real
For most people they worship and kneel
For some question the belief is it real
One day we will see
How close to the end of the road we'll be

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