Out of sight

When one only has eyes of lust,

nothing remains of what one see,

as everything was just reduced,

to a call in the body.

May the weak find the road,

and may the strong persist,

as lust can drive anyone,

leaving nothing behind,

than a dark,

shame of nothingness,

or worse, of pain.

Ending up in a desert,

is no dream of one,

but you can't control,

you have just to survive it,

as long as the day goes. by.

The desert is big,

and the dust never sets,

but somewhere along it,

is the road out of there.

I'm a dreamer of dust,

but instead of just the dust,

I'm searching for the gold,

the one that last.