In the desert sands I roam
I have no hearth nor home
No sense of direction have I
For I follow my own footsteps
Round and round I go
Deeper and deeper into my own
So clear is the route
That I lose not my way
Beginning there was none, but end I crave for
My feet ache and my senses cry
The experience has become dry
Then come the showers
A saviour just in time
These waters and winds of fate
Erase the tracks I thought mine to keep
No longer can I follow
There are no paths that lead
I stand rooted, mountain like
The journey has ended, where it began
Travel and time there have been none
Ceasing to exist, all but one.
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