Vision, away, bison deer bear and whatever else is out there
Away from here
The quiet
Where I’d rather write
Trees talk about, I just record
Allowed to eavesdrop
This isn’t vacation
But a hideout
Escape exile refuge and whatever else you’d call it
I’m safe in the street
Under the tower
With a sweet roll or croissant or bun
Or whatever you want to call it
I’m singing to what
I found
Music sense sanity peace love or life
Whatever I want to call it
All above