Road trip for the sake of philosophy

Kennesaw seems a haul from here, 
but man, how I love your lies, It has to be 
worth the trip to go with you down at Stone MounTain.

I know you lie, this is why I love you. This is why
I want to join you and conquer the slickery stone
the shady spots where moss will grow come spring,
This is why I reach out, I ask you for your hand
and pull you up to look out

I know you lie, this is why we must laugh, This is why
I want to scream with you of Kant and calamity, of words
and meaning, of knowledge and truth, of beauty
and the art of deconstructing motorcycles as metaphors. 

One day, I know, my wheels will turn a million times
and I will find myself in Georgia, with your name on my tongue, to speak the sunlight on Stone MounTain, to sing 
Beethoven between the lines of the unwritten manuscript
that is our friendship. 

I know you lie, tonight in bed, laughing that I am a man
writing a poem for you, about love and philosophy
and nothing at all but us, laughing on a mountainside. 

I know you lie, but still
we must laugh.