The north is to south what the clock is to time
there’s east and there’s west and there’s everywhere life
i know i was born and i know that i’ll die
the in between is mine
i am mine
Pearl Jam


sunday afternoon, a dirt mountain road
unknown terrain, only jeeps allowed
i ask the canyon, for a rite of passage
20 ravens answer, riding the thermals
6 branch off, leading down the road

hang on honey, we’re going for a ride
and this sedan’s never left the pavement
how do i know what she can do or
if she’ll make the climb, unless i try

he gives me a kiss and says a prayer
trusting my instinct and sheer willpower
i roll over rocks and avoid the boulders
gently nose forward over earth upheavals

a sidewise glance i notice a prison
so strange to see that out here
no sign of inmates, yet i wonder
what pain is hidden in there

past meadows and pine trees
from sunshine to shadows
around canyons and cliffs
the terrain often varied

playing our music, the sunroof’s open
he’s white knuckling the door handle
yet he’s not really worried
significant, behind the eyes