Chris McCandless.
you died 19 years ago...
always my biggest hero.
I feel what you longer for, not just a rains pour.
To live in the wild, to prove you're no child.
Nature it calls, it beckons my soul.
Or maybe I am misled and its where I belong, for my heart never tells me its wrong.
To live with the trees, to survive on the land.
To let my being freeze among mother natures cold sand.

There is a reason I always want to be alone, never residing to a home is prone.
I do not like the animals we have become, its people I run from.
Wind fills my bones in just the right way, to it I pray.
Help me find the road, the one embeded with my hearts code... may it be Maine or Spain, or a wide open plain. Filled with flowers, no towers, no humans, no lies.
I want to live looking through Earth's eyes.

Oh Chris, for you I will kiss,
This adventure that lies within me, right on the lips.
It will be mine, dirt one with my spine.
Ill put my heart to the grind.

Ill go, Im going, Im gone.