Always the Passenger
I’m a passenger on this planet. As far as I know it won’t change. I drive my car, I drive my life but all the time I’m riding shotgun on a rocket ball through space. It doesn’t stop, it doesn’t break, it hurls at 60,000 miles an hour going no place, but the same place, like a race you can trace. No one has stopped it, though many have tried. Bombs and war kill people but the ride never dies.
Doesn’t it make you wonder what’s the game, what’s the plan? Doesn’t it make you wonder who is God, what is man? We get caught up in, “You said this” and “I don’t believe in that.” and it sounds to me like the funniest conversation people have. When we are dead and buried they’ll put our bodies in the ground and the body remains a passenger on this planet spinning round.
Now maybe there’s a heaven where everybody meets, but is it spinning round like us in this same galaxy? I don’t mean to get heavy, I’m just trailing back my thoughts: trying figure out what’s happening, so I know what’s going on.
I believe that I’m a soul-man and I’m trying to break free. We all think lots of thoughts and these are the thoughts of me. ©Excerpt from “The Almost True Tales, Thoughts & Observations of a Life Long Black Sheep Rebel Girl”
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Black Sheep Rebel Girl