into_the_wild

Gingerly / Light / Lighthouse / Reflection 

Seven days of summer in a winter land 
The east of Saigon, with the tossed-up sand 
We forged our adventures, by the light 
On the mantra YOLO, into the night

We made our moves at a gingerly pace 
And surrendered into the warm embrace 
Of time, and space, which seemed to stand so still
A reflection of intent and the will 

And as the seven days come to an end 
So time, reality will apprehend 
Memories of the lighthouse will still remain 
To stir the echoes of the coastal plain