The Unpopular Dream

I have always imagined what it would be like to go camping, 
To spark up a fire and make up horror stories, 
To fall asleep amongst the stars, 
To be one with the dark blue sky.  

I have always imagined what it would be like to let the wind carry all the man-made struggles away, 
To feel it lightning the weight of the cement-built walls,
To dine on hand grilled hot dogs and of course on s’mores, 
To relax and enjoy steak outdoors.  

To wake by the silent breath of dawn,
where all there is to hear are the trees
whispering their secrets to wildlife deer,  
harmonizing with the morning birds.  

How great would life be living in a house on wheels?
How great would life be accompanying the sun on its daily journey to the sea?

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