
Standing on these golden sands with no beginning or end
I start to walk in a direction so my journey may begin
Looking behind me my footsteps leave no trace
Faded away by the erasing winds every mark having no place
I ponder on how many others have walked this same way
When every step that is taken vanishes away
I can’t help but wonder where I am and where I’m supposed to be
When hope is a long shot when emptiness and despair is all I see
A mirage plays tricks on my eyes like a master of illusion
Sounds echoing off the sands add to the confusion
My heart empty yearning for the satiable drops of hope
As I lose my focus and the moisture in my throat
Refusing to collapse until I draw my last breath
 I keep going until my body falls and my soul has left
Then I stop to close my eyes to conjure my last thoughts
Listening for any parting wisdom that can be caught
I begin to open my eyes with beads of sweat racing down my face
Realizing now I am in a different setting different place
I lay in my bed relieved it was all just a dream
The kind that plays tricks that are never what they seem
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