Past while present is life and now there are other winds.
The dunes that where ahead are no longer in my dreams.
When present becames past the desert spread far beyond my thoughts.
There are many oases to come the vast world is my only sore.
I cannot see how far I can go, there's no sight beyond the horizon. Footprints after each step, dry desolate wasteland. I look ahead, where should the footprints remain?
I wander through The dunes...