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My Jeep


Materialized from my dreams Build by my endurance Framed by my organization Shaded with my style Flat black to each neat square corner Square cut is best Black prospers with everything Matte grey trim Brilliant chrome accents Intimidating with beauty Pride breathing from its brush guard Confidence indulged in each tire We went where we wanted Power devours energy Me, I’m more efficient He purrs as he wolfs down I am patient, he deserves it Inside, the strong aroma of friendly fire Lasting memories of our friends Laughs echoed by the scent if embers You can almost smell the stars above I adorned him in camouflage A reflection of the woods My hoodie matched Blending perfectly We give in to each other Me hugging the wheel for stability Him heeding my lead in trust We explore together My smile, still there But more independent I want more We’re moving on, To better things Good thing he was made With no limits, from my dreams
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