I walk through day to day, no site of you.

I dream & swim in thoughts, waves of you.

I sit, ’round a fire rise, thoughts turns smoke.

A breeze hugs, kisses away some flame.

You were never here, heard too much, I run to be lost but am always found.

Trees hold high the songs, carried by the air to ear.

Wash away the night, every morning. Every night, wash away the day.

Do it all again, some call it camping.

Others call it home.