What rides you?
Does your bumper sticker prove you knowledgeable?
So often we lay hope in the feet of resolve
Truly my point distinctly creates posture
Does a religion have to be posted
And at that can it belong to a vehicle?
So often your ride decides where you go
What is your ride?
Is it in your actions or does it declare you a pardon
As you sit meandering through your thoughts
I rest in knowing I can be true to me
This is my new religion and my bumper sticker says
I am me.