Lost

I'm a camper, I'm a bear

My life is a forest

And I'm camping every night

I'm a free nomad

Sometimes it's dark, sometimes there's light

I can't leave this place

But I don't really care

I just wanna be lost

A life like this is rare

I keep walking and walking

Around and around I go

Looking for nothing in particular

Because I'll never reach an end, I know

Possible, Impossible

Walk through, run, stay

Light, dark, calm, tense

I just wanna once again say

Thank you

I can't leave this place

But I don't really care

I just wanna be lost

A life like this is rare

Author's Note

I don't really know what I mean by this...
I'm sure I'll figure it out someday.

Reviews

[Trouble]

I love this. This is great, something only the amazing Silver can create. Well done, you've gone and made me jealous of your skills again.

[John the Baptist]

The note for this one may mean the forest described may be a metaphor. For what is hard to tell. The work seems to reflect a happy aimlessness. Not certain why "Thank You" is crossed out. A perplexing piece.

[Silver]

If I knew what was the metaphor and why "Thank you" is crossed out, I would tell you. But this piece came out of my heart, not out of my mind.