I run from the feds
There's something about wilderness
And the skin that it sheds 
And I can't deny
The impenetrable draw
Of a long ago love
The kind they outlaw
As you sneak a glance
In my direction 
There's something about trust
And its defection
From the old regime
They can't control 
The way that I dream 
And I'm just spinning thread
From the spools in my head 
It's nothing too dark 
(Although there is some dread)
In the machinations 
We grow from 
It arose in a moment
And then it was gone