Get Off The Bus You Are On Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

Ever heard of passengers in a bus
To nowhere talking and laughing
When they finish they find they
Have been kidnapped by the time
Thief called sloth.

I rode the bus and then had to ask
Where I was going and the driver
Asked me why I was asking on the
Way when I should have asked before
Embarking on the journey.

I told him some journeys are finished
Before they are started and this was one
Of them. He said I should join the
People at the back for I am causing
Unnecessary fracas that can cause him
To lose focus and get an accident.

Accidents unplanned happen when we are
On the ride to nowhere for you are too
Relaxed to see if your foot is pushing
Hard on the gas and before long you
Are in a mess you never knew.

Time comes when the bus gets to a
Stop and all you must do is get out
And breathe and then take a step and
Look around you for you will notice
Life moving at a pace that allows you
To join for the bus called sloth
Has hit a cul-de-sac with you
On it.

There are no stripes that mark this
Bus nor is it written a word that
Makes people recognize it, but it
Surely moves daily in the minds of
Our folk asking them to get on and
Be the also ran.

Bus conductors who announce where
A bus is going shun doing so on
This one for they would be colluding
In a game that time long decided
She had won. Next time you get on
The bus know that the clock will
Not tell how much time you have
Spent on it and just get off
All the same.