What if I told you that I miss you?
That I miss you like a car parked
on the road, misses gasoline
to go on…
Will you come and give my spirit fuel?
Or will I remain like a car parked
on the road does…
Parked without a drive to go anywhere
in this world?
Or will you come and drive my life
into the different roads
that we, both, need to travel in order to reach
at our destined abode?
If so, you’ll be like my driver, and I, like your car
You’ll drive me insanely in love and I will take you
wherever you need to be and go in life.