The wind whispers in my ear,

As I trudge through the sand in fear,

I grasp my walking stick tight,

As I go step-by-step toward the light.

My sandals full of sand and dust, I keep going until dusk,

I construct a fire knowing I must keep going across this endless trap.

With the fire out, I keep wandering across this dessert, gazing at the stars for some kind of map.

As night falls like a ball, I crawl forward, waiting for tomorrow to come.

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