We used to enjoy the Ride: You at the wheel, me by your side.
The breeze on our cheeks, the smell of the air
Taking in the scenery, we’d stop here and there.
The ride used to be all we desired
The destinations were extras, nothing required,
But, now it’s changed, and the road’s long and tired.
The destination is now the goal
What matters now is where we go.
Not how we got there, why, or when.
What matters now is where we end.
You can’t go without me
Nor leave me behind
I am still important
Because I’m your ride
You still love me, you still care,
But I’m just, the vehicle to get you there.
No comments:
Post a Comment