Relief Driver

The traffic isn't terrible,
but eyes are fixed on me,
the eyes of my dear loved one,
who right now is tired, I see.

Why do my faculties freeze up,
when my love is by my side?
And all the things that I know well,
become Achilles heels of pride.

I could use the direction,
but my decision making,
is challenged by the scrutiny;
it sets my head to aching.

Well, I'd give him a chance to rest
if he'd just lean back and do it.
I'd say that either one of us ,
is okay and really is up to it.