Descending

Passing on the seldom sun
One filled with opposite fun
Stranded with a filthy glow
Chaos is what will show
Stuck in the desert sand
With only the constant land
Joking with the blasted rock
Not sure if I’ve come unstuck
Visions of a safe haven
Is this my brain getting even?
Tricks wrapped in memories
Not sure if its real or make believe
Raised hand to the burning sky
Clouds have waved goodbye
Nothing but unbroken blue
Wish I could end that too
Swimming in the dunes of gold
My mind has long since been sold
Roasted in the common ground
There is no other sound
Desperate like those in a phase
Need out of the high rays

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