Resonating over drifting sands and lucid dreams of mine
Tumble weeds and patterns of existence come and pass in time.
Windswept voices swirl in oceans of deep and murky depths,
Rapturous applause echoes through hollow tunnels that are left.
In this dead forgotten city
Of captured dreams all gone
Brushed away out of sight
Till all our hopes are none
The dead meander aimlessly on their voyage, and in their way
The living continue aimlessly intertwining with swaggered sway.
They merge more than once eyeing each other with dismay
Before retrieving their course and journey forward, to where, who can say.