Camping Next To Water

Badly Drawn boy

Camping next to water

Fish infested slaughter

I feed the fishes into me

It's a misty within reason

I'm hoping I don't freeze here

I fuel the fire, I feed it's glow

But these's no use in feeling

All the things I'm feeding

There's no one here to feel with me

The second day is easier

Though it may be breezier

And the snow is falling down

But as the fire smoulders

I never will grow older

Because I drink from Waterfalls

The stars above shine on me

I beckon them to fall on me

I'll catch and save them in a jar

My feet a mass of blisters

Collecting frost on whiskers

As I taste the moring dew

I think my mind is clearer now

I want you to be nearer now

I'm ready t come back to you

Cause there's no use in feeling

All the things I'm feeling

There's no one here to feel with me