The three of us sat with music playing and the tires rolling and
unplanned adventures in front of us on the road.
With a few bucks in the bank and a bunch of ideas floating in our skulls,
our aches and pains to escape the mundane were finally being treated.
My best buddies and I spoke only out of true stoke and excitement over our lives.
Laughter carried the weight in all of our conversations.
Our words were hardly coherent because they were beaten through
giggles, coughs, and mumbles.
Nothing was to be taken seriously and
nothing was to be judged.
We were free to mumble whatever words we pleased, so long as we laughed.
The car muffled its own contribution to our discussions about cats, rebellion,
pounding ­**** beer, and jumping off of ****.
Those things are our only cure f­rom monotony,
so we spoke of them often.
But we also shared t­houghts on intellect, society, passion, and time;
however, we t­ook them out of their limitations.
To be friends means to leave­ the judgment to the strangers,
and to help each other grow.
­We followed these guidelines as an unspoken constitution.
We un­derstand that there is much more to a person than can be
express­ed in words,
so words take the short end and we do not care muc­h for their maintenance.