A Rock, The Wind, Some Sand Alone with my thoughts Sitting on a rock Blue sky singing above Desert sand crying below The wind starts a conversation In a language of circles and squares Revealing the secrets I once clung to in youth And visions of hollow caves lost in the future I have nothing to add I vomit my I Nothing but blue sky And red sand One with the wind Language disappears A cheetah appears Running from ghosts Darkness attacks Night wins the battle Black is as bright as white Alone with my thoughts