It seems to me i have no place to be. Walking these wood why don't I just leave?Why should I turn back if that's not my home?
Desire and abandonment is what I call my throne.
Flowers, birds, butterflies, and more if I go back I'll only want more.
To be free is what I truly need.
And if home isn't my place then where can I be?
I'll live In the woods and build my own home.
Cherish the forest where for now on I shall roam.