Escaping from life, we drive into the night.
The illumination of street lamps and stop lights mark our path.
The car, equipped with four friends, and a hatchback full of mischievous ideas
coasts down the road, practically driving itself.
Talk of girlfriends, skateboards, and music fill the air.
A normal conversation to any spectators,
But to me, a special one.
The bonds of friendship grow stronger, as the mileage increases.
Midnight runs to Taco Bell, Dunkin' Donuts, Wal-Mart
Create lasting memories.
Jokes that only we will ever laugh at in twenty years.
One day, we'll be standing in line at the DMV renewing our licenses,
And overhear the word "Jib," and we'll chuckle to ourselves and
Remember the good old days, where nothing but
Girls, skateboards, and music mattered.
The bonds grow stronger as we prepare for everyone to go away,
Australia, Arizona, Wisconsin.
Wherever the destination may be, the memories last up on a shelf,
To be dusted off in years to come, to be cherished by grandchildren
Sitting on your lap in the musty old armchair, by the fireplace.
But when is the last night?
The night we will stop making the memories and start dusting them off?
When will it hit?
The realization that we can never go back, never live the same lifestyle,
Never have the same midnight drives will hit like a load of bricks
Being thrown off an infinite floored building called life.
We'll realize the elevator only goes up,
And the next level, next challenge, next opportunity for advance
Is waiting,
Full of memories to be, friends to be, and
Midnight snacks to be.
6/28/02
