The vehicle.

Its a ride I've been in for far too long. 

As the vehicle of hesitation wobbles along, 

I cannot help but smile 

at the irony and twisted fate. 

'Cause we aren't just two passengers in the trials of time.  

Would have been easier if we were. 

'Cause our souls are subliminally intertwined.

And as much as we writhe,

in the pangs of separation, 

we must often succumb to the hands of deals gone awry,

of plans failing to ensue,

and of vehicles wobbling their wobbled up existence.

P. S. My most favourite fantabulous february picture ever.
Sadly, my post couldn't do justice to its awesomeness. 

Nevertheless, Kanika's post.