I am making my trip and in the backseat of mine...
There's this kid,
This child.
This infant thought coddling along this journey with me in a baby seat would be all we ever wanted to be.

Safely I arrive with that child in mind...
Full of questions with with answers that take time from the hands of life in his story.
He sees the door all too sure that we arrived at the same place in time the destinations signs said the navigation should find.

Still in the backseat of mine...
This child,
This kid walks.
NO! Crawls.
Right and left.
Forth and back

Asking the question why?
A query so simple if he only new the answer would take some time .