A Reminder to be Alive

Wrote this on an evening drive down some Missouri gravel roads.

As I sit here, in this seat with you at my side

I'm reminded of how luck I am to be alive.

The windows rolled down,

Your hair flying all about,

And our singing over the wind

as it flutters on by

Your eyes clung to the rolling hills and thick dark forests

As mine cling to the Missouri Road signs and to the sky

The illuminated cloud tiled ceiling a marker

So far beyond our reach but not as far as the stars.

You say we're driving slow,

But the car seems to fly,

Life seems to stand still

And then we realize.

This moment is an illusion,

Yesterday turned today

Today will turn into tomorrow

And soon we'll realize how time really flew.

As the sweet evening breeze shifts

And the chill hits

We're reminding of where we drift.

Maybe Kerouac was right,

As the last glimpse of daylight lays itself to rest

And the moon starts to greet us,

I can't help but wonder.

There's nowhere to go but everywhere,

So why not just keep rolling

Under the stars.