Aretê
wandering alone in a barren desert
dragging behind me a bleak shadow of what i could have been
dreaming of past nightmares once heavinly occasions
timid sun rays beat against my face
as the harsh wind blows, reminding me of a far better time and place
harsh brown earth underneath is as dry as my emotions
waiting for the spring shower to wash away my austere surface layer
idle and weary from a lifetimes hoplessness
i wait for the seasons end
i wait for the sky to change, i wait for this drought to be over
i wander this barren desolate wasteland for a sense of former clarity
to find large open spaces, and far off places
that i will never reach
in this landscape or the next
wandering alone in a barren desert
dragging behind me a bleak shadow of what i could have been
dreaming of past nightmares once heavinly occasions
timid sun rays beat against my face
as the harsh wind blows, reminding me of a far better time and place
harsh brown earth underneath is as dry as my emotions
waiting for the spring shower to wash away my austere surface layer
idle and weary from a lifetimes hoplessness
i wait for the seasons end
i wait for the sky to change, i wait for this drought to be over
i wander this barren desolate wasteland for a sense of former clarity
to find large open spaces, and far off places
that i will never reach
in this landscape or the next
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