You see the world as a series of grand adventures.
So I want to take you on them.
(or follow you as you travel)
The road moving below you.
That look you give me like “Whatup?”
I’m so grateful that I don’t depend on this for income.
For me it feels more like love.
(Thank you for
reading/stopping by/putting up with/being cool/giving any attention to someone who doesn’t quite fit in
to many expectations
or hopes for self.
But ohboy, can we dream of beautiful things.
And that’s nice)