May I Never Reach Home.

An old poem with a few tweaks. I haven't written in about a month now, and I need to get back on the horse somewhere. In any case, this is where my last burst of true inspiration left off.

May I Never Reach Home

I don't know where we're going
but you're driving me home
I know all these roads
all too many
and you're taking too long
for I feel the ending
and I missed the start
but you take the long way
and I know it by heart

I've known you so little
if I count the time
But I know that movement
and some of these words
And I was lost in that mystery
Whatever that mystery,
we're no longer alone.

I dreamed you dug shallow
where bodies should be
And you dug with the faithful
but the hole was empty
I don't know the meaning
But only the theme...
you're loosing your mystery
but you're where you should be.

It's so rare in waking
that you're at the wheel
we smile and talk simple
and it's as it should be
How little I know you
How much I feel different
I dream from the backseat
yet the passengers gone..

I dream from the backseat
May I never reach home.