Partners in Crime

There is most definitely something wonderful about
waking up in the morning and knowing
that you are there as we set out upon our course
without a compass and most definitely without a map

Maybe it's your innate lack of direction or
my lack of knowledge about where we are going
but something about the whole situation still seems
comfortable, like we both know we'll get there eventually

It's funny when you think about it
that maybe just a few years ago
we were already driving in this direction
but we didn't have a signpost then, guiding our way

And yet somehow we managed to direct our lives
here to this one spot, regardless, as if it was supposed to be
and maybe it was, some sort of destiny overwhelming
our ability to make our own lives

But none of that matters because I still overjoy
each day that I spend as I know that each day is spent
with you, standing at my side, knowing that no matter
what happens and all others, it is us versus the world

The world, the world, the world, like a resonant
boom of an explosion, trying to shock us every
single end of every single day and now
we turn it on its head and mock it like cruel children

Ultimately, we're responsible, I guess, for whatever
it is that we are doing, and, to be honest, I think that we
have made the shift from enjoying irresponsibility to realizing
that it is only in the ownership of your actions that you feel joy.

True joy, the clear happiness and elation that eminate
from knowing that you are your own destiny and
your destiny is you, but still you have ceased to think separately
and your futures intertwine at your sole, unified, command.