Drive, Drive, keep on driving
Let me enjoy this backseat view;
The Moon, so reversed, so remote
…
Maybe you and I are not so different.
We isolate ourselves; unable to help it
Embodied into our fiber …
Yet people seem to be drawn in
They visit, linger in our company
Laughter, Tears of sorrow and joy
Nevertheless they always depart;
On a voyage known only to one
…
is it something that i said or did, i wonder.