In the mountains I was riding
a rented camper bus
away but I see all is not
nature out here
it's a lot of ruff edges
of mountain living.
what looks so beautiful and natural
maybe the bad in the winds of change.
So I ride this bus
away but what I see
could not be known
I lived and tryed to get at me
as I lay in my camper
it yelled and shouldn't
even be no where
near people or this
pandemic
cause it was it's own
sickness which bothersome
actions always want to blame.
And then move from the situation
every morning
hurting a soul an then
disappearing is what this thing
is all about. So I see this and I
do me trying to live
as if this camper was a home
no I was mad but I got over
it quick. As I could think and write
more. It all became clear that i
had to make sticks in the middle
of no where and fight the very
thing which was a terror
it's toast now as I look for it
with no thought of it yelling
earlier leaving an area then
being somewhere else to rob
my thoughts so I ride
this bus and the camper
flys open an I see hate
And I look it in its eyes
And have been yelled down
by it so many times that I
could only take so much.
So I stick it with a hundred
sticks so it could never lay
right again half walking to
it's own beat and thinking
that it is not going to get got.
what this was not that day.
I was a camper. On a mission
to stop...