September 14, 2009
I want to feel that burning sand
Take a trip down to the burning man
To walk across the desert land
Where I’ve never been, but always am

I’d hitch a ride to Inspiration
For a subliminal vacation
Try my hand at aviation
Then board a train outside the station

To go where sandstorms rage in flight
For someone who knows they’re hardly right
Where seasons switch with day and night
And landscapes don’t change, but minds just might

Where cactus flowers never seem to bloom
While we're around - we'll be there soon
Until then I’ll throw fists at the moon
From the opposition of this room

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