Campfire

Three more miles until the clearing,
The fire’s dimming and the smoke is growing
Like a screen of illusions set for viewing,
So keep your thoughts clean, I’m almost ready.
Stay quiet and keep on touching,
Just keep my hands warm a little longer.

We’ll make it out of here intact,
Another plea to keep your bags unpacked.
Tomorrow I’ll make sure it happens,
It’ll happen when…

I’ve finally figured out the answers,
In an amnesiac world, repetitions are a bastard,
That’s always excused for not knowing better,
But I’m sick of this falsity, ignoring history.
I’ll find my way eventually,
Just remember to calm me when I panic.

We’ll make it out of here intact,
Another plea to keep your bags unpacked.
Tomorrow I’ll make sure it happens,
It’ll happen when…

The engine reignites from stalling
You once said I saved you from falling,
But it’s you that rescued me,
On a cold November eve.

I swear I’m almost ready
Just keep my hands warm a little longer.

Written By Chris Yeoman 07