Of nature circular, in never ending youth. We don't exist alone, together we're set free. I got a job that's grinding me down into a dismal abyss from payday to pain. Won't learn the things that I want to unless I vacate, escape from it all. It's a wide world.
Nothing feels better than a trip into the meadows.
Packing up the things that I care for, they neatly fit into one small bag. Seems almost pointless to tell you the truth. Naked as a new born baby where inner peace and hope abound. Broken treaties and scattered lands, on the way to a trail of tears. A long time ago out on the plains with the buffalo.