Deserted
There was a time prior to this that I carried my thoughts with me
Now, alas, the damnation of mediocrity has grabbed hold of my feet
With rolling yellow hills and winds that carry nothing
The desert has a habit, of calling out our bluffing
For I am not the first that has lived in this broken home
If you peer closely you’ll see, the desert made up of broken bones
Because when all of us are done enjoying the delicacy of a sweet treat
To walk forward, our eyes must leave the sky to return to our feet
Do not worry, the journey won’t have to be completed alone
For the start line of yours is not your fathers home
And when you finish, the torch will be passed unto the next
The desert’s silence held ancient whispers, nothing close to a hex
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