Concrete Poem

As your wheels turn, my head spins.
Directions. To-do's. Weather. Food. Sleep.
The humming of your engine lets out a droned noise, which comforts the chaos of the trip.
Your squeaking wheels are a reminder of your imperfections, as well as my own.
Yet, I feel confident on your seat.
This seat has been Alberto and my home for months.
It is not only when we get off of you do we have fun,
but also when we are together.
You have taken us through different terrain and weather,
probably not as safely as intended,
yet there exists a comfort between us. 
I feel like we have seen the world together, 
and have learned a great deal from our surroundings.
I really value our time together.
Although some may say I'm crazy,
I love and will always love you "Mighty One".