most people in their right mind live
so that one day they will be written about
but not him
he lives everyday like the day before your last day
that pleasure can be found even in the cracks of the levy

he can be your rock
to keep you steady
even when you feel like the riptide is going to push you away
but he can also be the one to push you down the hill
and roll with you
increasing your momentum with such an intensity that you don't think you'll ever slow down

you don't have to know home to fall in love with him
it's easy to fall in love with a tree without ever seeing its rings
tracing the years that have scared him
and how they feel like Saturn spinning inside you
but you love him so much more once you feel the scars the the chainsaw left