Bus Stop( moving and waiting )

Masses at the life bus-stop Waiting for the bus of death Or life to come Some wait while walking Some running, sleeping, working Stealing, churching, or banking The bus has come and taken many Took me by surprise when my first Cousin took a ride too Didn’t take a sec to lose my cool Many are times we curse the bus Wondering who the real bus driver is I at times associate him with darkness Still the uncertainty engulfs me brain What if we knew the driver? I would put a hole in his head But then the ones who deserve a ride Would put one in mine What if the bus only came for the haters? But still what about the ones who made them haters I guess we all are products of circumstances Ready or not it comes and takes This one bus we cannot miss It finds us at the joyful times Guess we all got to move on until it comes