Bullet-hole Car
Red Wine
Falling in Love
Radio
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I'm walking in the desert,
the sun is beating down.
One step, another step,
one foot in front of another,
with each step I feel more pain,
and yet I can not stop.
As I walk, I hear my heart,
pounding out its rhythm. . .
thump, bump
thump, bump,
thump, bump,
thump . . .
I keep on breathing, but my mouth begins to dry.
So I stop and open my canteen.
I take one quick drink of water.
Water never tasted so good.
This precious water is even more of worth,
since it's almost gone.
My breathing slows and my heart now only beats,
no longer pounding.
I look around.
The desert is starkly beautiful.
To my left, are towering moutains,
with sharply defined edges against the clear blue sky.
To my right is the sun. It burns with intensity,
and I can feel its scorching rays on my skin.
Ahead of me, only the desert.
Rocks, dirt, sand, gravel, yuccas, cacti, and thorns.
Nothing soft.
I look down at my arms.
I see the blood running from the cuts of the yuccas
and I feel my salty sweat running down my sunburnt skin.
I take one more quick swallow of water
before I start to move again.
I'm walking . . .walking. . .
my mind wanders.
No longer do I see the beauty,
I only see the trail.
My feet hurt.
My shoulders ache from the pack on my shoulders.
Yet, I press on.
I came here with friends, but I can't see them anymore.
I'm sure they're still on the trail,
but I feel so alone.
Yet I walk, and walk, and walk.
As I'm traveling I begin to forget my other life,
my life in the city with the green grass to lay on,
and the cold river to float in.
My memory fades and so does my hope.
I only see the desert.
My hope is gone and thoughts turn desperate.
I can bear my sore feat, even the dreariness of the trail,
but I can't bear the thought of no water.
Snap, my mind is back to reality.
"I must press on," I say to myself.
"I must catch up to see my friends."
I may not have hope,
but I can at least be that much closer to hope
if I press on.
I start to pray.
Steps, more steps, still no hope. My thoughts hit new lows,
but then, Hope appears.
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Chains
Desert of my Soul
Restless on the Highway
The People I meet
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