Desert Trail

The early morning rays draw a cavalcade
 Of feverish shapes through the veil
 The slow burning air beckons a brand new crawl
 Through the same old trail
 Endless the lines, voracious they stretch
 Lonesome the walk, fugacious the end
 A march of the ages, for weeks, months, years,
 Through nights and days
 Carrying a nomad's home with the weight
 Of the world through suns that never fade
 Arid are the grounds, dazzling the light
 Elusive the air as heavens reignite
 Sandstorms and serpents,
 The sole gift from the skies
 Withering endemic flora of paradise
 Thirst and visions devouring at the will,
 Defying the drive to break free
 The trail expands and contracts
 Horizons move forth then retract
 What vile curse must have been cast
 Bring on the blast
 The ultimate trail towards quiet begins
 And ends in prisons we never leave
 No harsher soils than those conjured by man
 Mojave, Tanami and Niger inside
 Leads 1 & 3: Ilia
 Leads 2 & 4: Andy