Wish I Could

Wish I could drift on a wood on a ever flowing river stop wherever there's need for food wood will save me from shiver drifting along like a vagabond absorbing all sights and sound breaking all the bond just enjoying joy newly found can move on and on slow down only to assimilate the scenes at dusk and dawn after such stresses the pleasure is legitimate I wont mind breathing my last here among the swaying trees and flowing water having left behind all and their care wish to be reduced to mud and reshaped by the potter (God)