Adventurer - Lou Reed

    You're an adventurer
    You sail across the oceans
    You climb the Himalayas
    Seeking truth and beauty as a natural state

    You're a queen reborn
    Worshipped from above afar
    Some see you as an elixir
    An elemental natural seeking perfect grace

    In a catacomb
    Or cave of endless drawings
    Prehistoric or religious
    Your accomplishments prodigious
    Seeking out the perfect tone

    Your language so clear
    Your voice perfectly turning
    As in the city I sit yearning
    Blowing rings of smoke from thin cigars
    Or driving fast in foreign cars
    To capture your remains

    You're an adventurer
    A turban wet wrapped round your head
    On the mountainside they predict your death
    Oh how you fooled them all

    But subjects are a poor excuse
    When what you really want's a muse
    An inspirating knowledge of what comes before

    Speeds of light
    The momentary flicker of a candle in its wicker basket
    Smoking wax - Facts!
    Did you find that superior knowledge that eluded you in college
    Did you find that super vortex that could cause your cerebral cortex
    to lose its grip

    You're an adventurer
    You were out looking for meaning
    While the rest of us were steaming in an inspirating urban pit
    An adventurer
    You enter as I'm dreaming
    I wish I'd never wake up
    Differentiating scheming from my one true love

    You're an adventurer
    You love the angles and the cherries
    The height and width of levies
    The natural bridge and tunnels of the human race

    You're an adventurer
    Nothing seem to scare you and if it does it won't dissuade you
    You just will not think about it
    You dismiss it and defocus
    You redefine the locus of your time in space - Race!
    As you move further from me and though I understand the thinking
    And have often done the sane thing I find parts of me gone

    You're an adventurer
    And though I'll surely miss you
    And of course I'll survive without you and maybe good will come of that
    But at this point I anticipate some grieving
    And although I know your leaving
    Is a necessary adjunct to what we both do

    An adventurer
    Splitting up the atom
    Splitting up the once was
    Splitting up the essence
    Of our star-crossed fate

    None who meet you do forget you
    My adventurer, my adventurer ...
    My adventuress

    Marco Giunco
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