Desert Paths

It’s a long march across this fated desert No paved path across shifting dunes Only shaky legs to pull us across the distance No flat hoofs to rid us of these sinking steps... ..We feel alien to this path- Fated to its hidden tracks This crooked trail that shrivels giants Nourishes clinging shadows- No serpentine glide across scorching sands Only blistered feat and a shambling gait, It's no wonder we fumble with the weight of the sun upon bent backs On dune laden paths through shifting days Lead -lost -on an endless leash Pulled in by consuming mirages Tethered by bouts of misplaced hope, We flounder through the endless sand... ...Drown under waves of heat, relentless- Sinking deeper into this crooked path On crooked legs.