Go for a Ride

When the sun is high,
of the blistering kind,
I’ll pick you up
and we’ll go for a ride.

Of kings and queens
we know nothing about
except fairytales and endings
that our lives don’t allow…
For what if I give?
And what if you take?
What if all I receive
turns out to be fake?

But as the wind
sweeps through our hearts
and festers the sores
that may tear us apart,
we take what we can,
what we can, we give
and pray through it all
the other will never leave.

But always remember when
the sun was high, of the blistering kind,
I picked you up
and we went for a ride.