The Bus Driver

The Ride is long and on the Mobiüs Road
We have made this trip endless times
The sound of my fellow passengers roar
In my ears with impotent howling for
Our approaching cliff…

The Driver has ear buds listening to his
GPS of state and nods impatiently for
Conversation which comes to late.   
In a vacuum he sits in silence
We wonder if on waking he will
See our Fate

The Bus Driver has but one choice to make
His station is one of debate
Now is the time for taking some Heat
But he dodges the problem
For our Lady of State is no longer on our Bus