On and Off the passenger’s seat

Being motionless,
On the passenger’s seat,
I reached nevertheless,
Without moving my feet.

I drove my mind wherever I could,
Ignoring the pain it pulled.
On the driver’s seat,
For fuel, too, I used my own feet.

No difference exists between what and how
When we create the loop we’re in now.
We fill our pride by doing everything alone,
Despite knowing it’s no fun.

We need to be right and be wrong,
We need those smiles and those frowns.
We need to knock on others’ doors and also have our own.
We can’t be the passenger and the driver at the same time on our own.

The world is full of people,
The world is full of hope.
And the right ones are not here to leave apart,
But to be together,
And play each other’s part.