The Lyrics From Billy's Forest Chapter 172

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I am a poet.  I write in a lot of forests.  Its because I believe trees are the storytellers not the human.  Pretty weird thinking right?  We're all on our own journey.  How you get from each corner is determined by how much energy you place in a reason.  On this podcast the collections of words placed on a giving tree's gift to those who enjoy writing, I'm going through the methods of calm madness on pack up day at the camp ground.  Documenting what it's like to hold everything just experienced inside this forest and now you've got to get back to a world of business and lifestyle survival.  Moving through the moments we invite while grasping onto the circumstances we'd rather remain free of.  Dealing with reality.  Nobody wants that!  Nobody wants change either.  Yet we find ourselves always in a place of packing up to move on.  You might have the same career as ten years ago but your emotional baggage isn't the same.  We change more than just everyday.  We evolve every hour.  Then we pack up and move forward.  I think the reason why we eat too much is based on trying to create mile markers.  Every morning at 4:00 I question my memory.  What did you have for lunch yesterday? What do you remember watching on television last night.  Who did you send text messages to?  Mental exercising.  Because today and every day is pack up day.  What are carrying forward with you?