Lost in the desert
wandering aimless and free.
Can you really be lost?
when there is no where you have to be.
Oh the bliss of being free
where nothing is the same.
No bills to pay,
no promises or clocks to keep
and no one knows your name.
A stranger to everyman ,and no one in a crowd
lost in the desert where the silence is so loud.
Your senses change its true ,like the blind can hear
I'll whisper the truth to you, oh to be lost
in the desert again, under the sleeping beauty sky.
Oh to be lost and nameless in the desert
only you and I.
1 comment:
This, I like, especially the stark imagery. I'm a sucker for deserts, too, and this piece does a good job of capturing the magical solitude of the desert.
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