Amanita

What will happen to the stories from the bogs?
The trails of the
Vikings? The passing of sea sirens?
Is tradition holding regularly in this town?
If its going hiking
Then Im going hiking
To the other places
That we never had
Something like a misplaced teacher
That is old and sad
With big raven
What will happen to that story telling clown ?
His voice hypnotizing
The fire side frightening
I have to travel so far just to hear his sound
But Im going hiking
Art thou coming hiking?
What have we done what have we done?
Fantasy is falling down
Shes breaking apart breaking apart
Has she lost her number 1?
Throws out her hands throws out her hands
Let her tell what she can tell
Theres nothing to do nothing to do nothing to do
Imagination floating around
Then build it back up build it back up
What art thou gonna do?
Go into the forest
Until I cant remember my name
Im gonna come back and things will be different
Im gonna bring back some stories and games