South Bay Hills (maybe complete)

There are few things I love more than to drive through South Bay hills in the early spring. You'll understand when you see it. As I sit in the back seat, I let my mind go where it wants to.

I think of hands tied and shattered walls
and blood I never saw,
how (time and) common struggle (purpose) form(s)
the tightest bonds.
And I wonder that a man can fall
and not really fail,
though I can't tell from (down) here.
But most of all I think of
a woman I want to love and how
the changes I've let happen to my heart
might keep me from her.

There are few things I dislike more than to drive through South Bay hills in the summer, not because it's so unpleasant, but I have seen them in the spring: I know what they can be, what they so recently were and will be again. Just not soon enough. You'll understand when you see it.