There is no adventure in him.

He knows only that there are trees.
He does not see lumber camps
or feel the strength of men
in black checkered shirts.
He cannot touch their red leather skins
or smell their hot whiskey breaths.
He does not see logs on the river.

I have tried to speak to him of Indian canoes
and rafts on the Mississippi.
I have tried to share leaf scents
and wood-burning fires
when everything is cold outside.

But he is content to just find shade
by the northeast window.

There is no adventure in him.

I know I am nothing more than a piece of your past.
You'll probably return to him in the future.
But aren't you the one
The one who always tells me forget the past
Don't stress on the future
Live in the moment.

Well in this moment there are only two.
Let the moment be all it can be
Forget our past mistakes
Do not think of the repercussions of the future.

Let the present occur as it should
And once it starts realize
Time is as one.
Past is a bygone present
Future a present yet to be revealed
And in the present
Us.

Finally found happiness.
All it wants is to run
Run Away
Back to its prison
Run Away
To dash itself against the rocks
Run Away
Anywhere but here.