40 years in the desert

40 years in the desert
Photo by Parsing Eye / Unsplash

40 years in the desert
walking all alone
with all this baggage

I fought and I dragged
Not knowing it wasn't mine
all that I carried

40 years in the desert

No I didn't know
I couldn't know
That it was never mine

I thought I would die
my spirit pushed on
Told me to walk

One day I'll get there
Though I don't know when
I better get going again

another 40 years in the desert.

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