The Trip

 

It was a lovely trip
as L O N G as it lasted
because I learned how to give,
without even asking!
We drove ourselves crazy
waiting for magic
and racing through traffic
without ever crashing
or knowing what happened.
The world felt like plastic,
but WE looked fantastic
for all of our flaws
seemed a little less tragic.
The ugliest truths
seemed much more attractive
and we realized ourselves
by being nostalgic.
Memory lane
was I N S A N E in the passing.
Ignition was key
because our hearts were proactive
and saw that a life lived in F E A R
never gets play,
like brief radio-action.
A trip?
That it was.
And we did it because,
no gassing it up,
dipping in tripping
is what a Venturer does.