Series 6

the wind wails sometimes the wind whispers

footprints are filled in and disappear

over dunes that over time move

seeing a vision that shimmers away to my own derision

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I'm not at the beach though there are waves

nor at the floor of the ocean thought the pressure oppresses me

I wish there was water to taste

water escapes from my face

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Walking despite being lost cause stopping means all hope is lost

the way back has been hidden

eyes trick the mind's intuition

of distance crossed and routes our foots stomped

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despite being far-fetched if I'm in it then its fair I guess

I do it because to you it is due

so despite the dunes and dry places

I cross this desert to you my destination