The Acoustic Charriot

From the moment you sat down in my car I felt like I was a shining knight in armor, my horse: the black Faraday cage that rolled beneath us, the dragon: another pointless endeavor of self-gratification over completion of the simple task of showing up through the action of gathering for entertainment.
I knew not why you were joining me for this late night excursion, but I was eager to be a close recipient of logic and love.
After a long wait of delving into human mistakes and stupidity, a thought dawned on me,
“Was I being a lackey of unbridled proportions?”
I didn’t know whether I was being honored for my work as a friend or the fact that I had a safe-haven space within my car. The thought truly worried me as we flipped a U-turn.
“Was I really just another kiddy-pool, set out to collect rain water.”
As we rolled back towards home, listening to new songs I realized that I was being stupid. It didn’t matter what I was, all that mattered was that I was there.
And, at least I didn’t forget anything.