Waiting for the bus?

I'm waiting and waiting and waiting some more

I'm committed to waiting, but my bums getting sore

Been waiting all morning since the sun came up

And I'll wait here till midnight before I give up

Once I was thumbing when my years were still light

Walked mile after mile with no car in sight

On the back of a sign post still partly showing

Words which still haunt me, “Where are you going?”

This bus shack's for real, my minds pretty sane

But this trail disturbs me, am I waiting in vain?

And now in the tree top a sign not encouraging

A vulture sits croaking, oh how disparaging

This must be a lesson taught by a yogi who's feet

Take his soul down this path to a drum of different beat

He's teaching me patience and humility with spite

So I'll just sit here, hope's not out of sight

Where am I going? I have no great plan

My days are enlightening, I take what I can

My years have imparted me with wisdom and trust

So I'll just keep waiting, laugh if you must