You wait

And you wait for us to pick u up. Someone to come and transport you where u need to go. You don't drive. You never learned how and you never will. I ask you once in a while if you want me to show you how. You laugh and joke "yea. Thats a good idea. Stupid bastard that i am...DONT GET OLD"... I wonder how it is someone who can go 89 years with no car. No form of transportation. No way to escape once in a while when you just need to be alone. I wonder maybe if you had that opportunity in your life.. That chance to just cruise around with the wind in your hair... Maybe you would have turned out to be a little different... A little less miserable. Maybe. Maybe you'd be telling me stories of when you went across country with your girlfriends. Maybe you'd be telling me when you got stranded with a flat tire in the middle of nowhere. Maybe. Instead you wait. You wait for us- someone to pick you up- anyone- only to be transported to another air conditioned cave to dwell in. Another hole to rot in. and thats it