The Journey

They say "it’s all about the journey,"
I used to disagree.
Because I loved the destination.
But now I start to see
that when I finally get there,
I think about the times
when we outsang the radio
and thought we sounded fine.
The times we took a stop to stretch our legs, get sick, or were blinded from sunlight.
Because space is limited with a ruptured family,
yeah it can get pretty tight.
We all took the hours to close our eyes and grab a nap
or listen to whoever drives get lost and blame the others and the map.
I loved it in the car when we’re all having fun,
So how I hate when we arrive and all of that is done.
When we remember that touching arms is too close,
and that we can only handle one another in a small dose.
So Destination, here we are, but not as a family.
And as for me,
I agree,
it’s the journey.