Hitchhikers

There are two types of people
Well, maybe three
Those that hitchhike
The ones who always drive
And the ride sharers.

The hitchhikers
Hold out their thumb
Letting others know
Just how vulnerable they are
Wittingly getting into a stranger’s car
Roulette wheel to determine
Where they get to next
Wanting someone to carry them
Set them on course
Or allow them to be the perpetual passenger.

The ones that always drive
Independent loners
In charge of where they are going
Not ever looking for any free rides
Expecting life is hard
Working with that fact
Rather than turning it into lamenting paralysis.

The ride sharers
First and foremost want company
They will receive and reciprocate
But never go solo
There is comfort in numbers
And challenged
By fears of impaired judgment
Without consensus.