As I lay out under the stars
My mind runs wild
With thoughts of happiness
And even a man...

He is out there
I know he is.
Who?
The man of my dreams.
I don't know where
I will find him.
He could be in DC
Or he could be in Dubai
Or maybe in my hometown.
I guess I'll never know
Because secretly deep down
I know he isn't real.

Everyone settles am I right?
I could settle for the man
Who is usually under my sheets
But I'd rather not...
I would rather roam around
This unforgiving earth
Than be tied down to a man
Who only wakes up to drink
A cold, disgusting Bud light
And falls asleep at the hand
Of sweet Mary J
As he inhales his reality away.

No!
I shall not and I will not.
These thoughts prove no
Actual use to me so I will
Push them aside
As I move to the next campsite.