Stop

You may have already realized
that we're stopped at the side of
the road, on the way to some sort
of destination, unnamed and
undefined. But you should have
noticed sooner, because you're
behind the wheel, and I simply
sit in the passenger seat, and I
wait for you to hit the gas pedal.
How can I expect to move this
along when I'm not the one
who stepped on the breaks in
the first place? Don't think me
indifferent, or cold and out of
touch, but my options are now
but few: wait for you to drive,
or get out and walk.