Gravel Roads, Gullywashers, and the Will to Keep Going

    
You always say what you mean    
leaving so much unspoken    
in between reassurance    
and promises you intend to keep    
   
I know time brings changes    
hell, even just a day    
can make such a difference    
in what you say you want  
and what you do    
   
Guess there's that cliché    
about actions and words    
for a reason    
   
It's easier to go along for the ride    
than think about the driving    
you can forget the wheel    
is still in your hands    
not worry much about passenger safety    
   
I wrote once    
(twice, thrice...)    
about riding in your shot gun seat    
how I keep climbing back in    
even after near fatal collisions    
because it always felt    
built for me    
   
Now, the seatbelt seems to malfunction    
the airbag has blown up    
in my face    
I'm nursing a case of whiplash    
and it's left me a little dazed    
   
I'm still here    
grip so tight on the Jesus bar    
the texture's imprinted in my palm    
and praying to the god of...    
that it's not going to snap off    
   
Because even though it's storming    
visibility so low    
you can barely see the road    
I still love the view