We were just three people getting along,
jumping bravely from an airplane
with little time to shy away.
Stopping at Taco Bell for a quesadilla,
we considered underground spelunking
before hitting the road home.
Then we were off to the beach
where sandy waves painted our shaded regions
and we slumbered under the afternoon sun.
Rolling and screaming over a Giant Dipper,
italian sandwiches, a pickle, and deviled eggs
all preceded our luxurious view of madness.
Napping on a long and windy road,
half listening to two sweet voices,
I had a dream we were finally happy.