We used to have a parking spot
One of our very own
One that we could count on
And aim for when we left our home

It was always there 
 Arms open wide
 As it waited anxiously
Every morning we entered the lot
 It’d be the first thing we’d see

We’d pull right in with a few minutes to spare
Just to sit, take a breath and be
Right before we’d reluctantly spill on out
And luckily land upon our feet

They’d drag all through the day 
 Yearning for the wetness of grass,
 The sludge of mud, 
 The current as the river it flowed.
Only to wearily return to our parking spot
The only thing we’d ever known.

Each morning
 Through the forest
 Up to mountains
 Down in the valleys we’d roam
Yet with our mind dead-set on our spot.
Driving with blinders on we would go

Across the bridges 
 Over the rivers
 Through the tunnels
 On our way
To our very own spot
Where for years we’d park and stay

Safety and security 
Paving the American way 
From our home to their parking spot
Day by day by day

Until…
One day on a mindless drive 
To a hopeless destination
We passed on by that parking lot 
With absolutely no hesitation

We drove and drove and drove some more
Until the road it finally did end
And what we found right there in the nothing
Was the perfect place to begin.

Inspired by Jordan… and God💗