Freeman Powell When you're young, love is a series of joy-flights.
They blow your hair back and thrill you, but they're over pretty quickly.
When you get to your 20's you start catching jets.
They take you to all sorts of places, are really exciting, but drain your wallet.
You find you've used up all your frequent-flyer points, so...
You settle for a reliable car that you hope will make you happy, something with low maintenance.
Slowly, you tend to take the car for granted. You leave your junk on the once beautiful vinyl floors.
You eye racier models, and maybe take a few for a spin trying to reclaim the days when you could fly.
And then to only your surprise, your car breaks down, and you wander the Earth--a pedestrian.
The years pass, and maybe you see where you screwed up, and how all you really wanted was to keep moving.
