travelers

[burning_acid]

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CbMeAOTPJzM


Daydreaming  on benches,

we speak what we know of

Backpacking emotions

and storing momentums


On top of the mountains,

forgetting what day it is

Feet dirty from walking,

hearts heavy, but still soft


And home's always changing,

unrestful, we carry on

Fall in-out-and in love,

we never regret what it was


As rotten as we are,

roots always untangle

to seek a new soil & land,

to form new relations


And people are pillows

on which we dream happily

Until we cease dreaming

and yearn for the wilderness


Guitar sounds and shaky voice,

we breath all the living

The TV's a flowers' pot,

the fridge is an igloo


Daydreaming on benches,

we smile, hurt, and smile back.

Eyes open at night time,

hearts ready for laughter.


It's easy to lose oneself,

and hard to continue

But travelers that we are,

we'll always be willing


~ for Clayton