Pull out
All the guns, charge
your inner vibe
And come, play hide-and-seek
In the forests of my dreams
We will build cooking fires
Requiring not much wood, fallen
cones will do, over stones
In silly pits and falls
of how memories go
Or maybe the silence
Destroys the confidence
like hammer hits glass?
How can I sing a love song
In this unspoken land?
I warm
My cold-affected hands
on what we will call fire
Do come, we will cook
What the forest allows, in this heat
You give
And I take what it is
your inner vibe
And reflect, all it is, onto you
In the forests of my dreams
Peregrin sum 