Endless walks, nothing at all in sight;
Nothing and nobody in sight.
My mind, still and
Oblivious to the external world, scorched and
Silent, walked, walked, walked on.
.
People with pasts have memories to keep them warm
And others, have nothing more to say.
The mind, like a furnace, clings to the air
To burn, to burn, to burn bright.
There are deserts that dance in my mind
Strange, irreal and almost divine.
They beckon, they chase me from reason
As I circle in the vast nowhere, somewhere, everywhere |
