and we’re off!
a pack on my back
a canoe on your head
we are travelling
we are going to nowhere in particular
except for you have a specific campsite in mind and a map
i have my book
you have your headphones
and we’ll lie in the dirt
beneath the trees
blissful
I can only write poetry at the side of a lake
I can only be free in the mountains
my mind is the lake
my body the mountain
and i can find freedom with you
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