An Ode to What I was

I was never the weed that gave you a high
I was the roots that held you to the ground;

I was never the designer wear
I was the well worn, faded T-Shirt, familiar and comfortable;

I was never the party, never the disco
I was the later night evening chats, mindless yet soulful;

I was never the soaring heights, the skydive, the adrenaline rush,
Baby, I was the ROAD that led you home...