I step upon this planet,
An idea locked inside.
Brilliant desert skies high above,
And shifting desert sand below.
This burning land is careful.
Thoughts kept close,
Memories locked away.
I wonder briefly about the people here,
Why they left,
And whence they came.
The wind is chill,
It blows a mournful tune.
Keeping time with the fall and rise of time.
This desert land is watching,
Waiting with bated breath.
It's seen many come and go,
Looking for a home.
