Why

I'm alone. Sitting, staring, waiting. Waiting for what, I don't know. Staring at what, I don't know. Sitting on what, grass. I sit a little longer. I stare a little longer. I wait for something new. Something exciting and valuable. An adventure. I still sit, cold. I remain waiting, impatient. I continue to stare at water. Fast water, rushing past. A blur. Calm to the ear but harsh to the eyes. I'm still alone. Sitting, staring, waiting. Sitting on green, Waiting for life, Staring at blur. Why? Adventure. Thrill. A need to move! A burning desire to get up and run! Running, ignoring, living. Running through the blur. Ignoring the green. Living the life. This is why. This is life.