Deserts That Dance In My Mind Endless walks, nothing at all in sight; Nothing and nobody in sight.

My mind, still and Oblivious to the external world, scorched and Silent, walked, walked, walked on. People with pasts have memories to keep them warm And others, have nothing more to say. The mind, like a furnace, clings to the air To burn, to burn, to burn bright. There are deserts that dance in my mind Strange, irreal and almost divine. They beckon, they chase me from reason As I circle in the vast nowhere, somewhere, everywhere

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