My Nan taught me a lot-
but two lessons/phrases were uttered the most.
“Don’t trust men, they only want one thing.”
Problem solved Nanny, I’m as gay as they come
and never gave one man that one thing.

The other thing she’d often tell me was
“We get two gifts in this world; people we love
and sleep to save us from missing them when they’re gone.”
The second lesson I think of often and relate to heavily.
Both were true for my Nan;
she deserved a better life.

Life is just a roadtrip. A long one.
I imagine myself driving in a car.
Somewhere unknown.
Somewhere ambiguous.

The path is full of underground tunnels.
They come and they go.
There's broad daylight,
then there's those dark tunnels,
enveloping my car.
The shades keep on alternating.
Light to dark, dark to light.
Crowded traffic to empty roads
loud noises to something quiet

I keep on driving.
Because it's a long way,
sometimes I get motion sickness.
There are moments,
when I'm swinging in and out of existence.

I listen to music on my way.
Sometimes I talk to myself.
all as the light comes and goes,
out the car windows.

I shake and bobble my head,
sometimes I gently hit the steering wheel
Sometimes I stare ahead aimlessly, but
I am always moving constantly

The weather, the place, the happenstance,
the scenery outside the window,
the beautiful, magnificent views
all change with different hues

sometimes I take my head out the window,
when the weather outside feels nice.
With cool winds and soft daylight.
I take my head out and close my eyes

I breathe in and I take the fresh air in,
I breathe in and a smile comes on my face
These moments are my favourite
I take the warmth and light in
with no worries of anything
During this time, most of all,
the journey is beautiful

The roadtrip goes on,
and I drive the car,
sometimes by myself,
other times someone calls shotgun
everything starts to feel like a blur
everything is changing in the long run