I question how they took the trail here
How many men it took
And did many die trying

I question their strength
Are they a breed of superhuman?
To build such weight at this height

I would question why here
If the views did not speak the answer already
And for knowing their mountainous belief

But how is my biggest question
Just really how did they make it possible
For this path should fall to its' death

I give the Incas questions
But moreover I give them my greatest respect

Morning rose early to sunshine bright
And heat perfused air
Cooking already
When skins still imprinted from bedsheet
The grooves need covering with cream
But before sun even rises much more
A new found company come provide a chilling green
And so nearly back to sleep
But for now this relentless speech
Which he wont hinder even for honest hints
When I tell him my minds dreaming
He lingers on still
But in this heat I'm chilling
I wouldn't know how not to here

You can leave your mark here but it wont last long
Winds continual movement spreads a sheet of sand upon
And within minutes your footprints are gone
You were just a mere one
Atop quadrabingle trillion little silky pieces
Held firm and strong
Solid so to stand upon
But still swept in motion of airs light weight
To yonder dune top for clinging on
And another gust carries a distance long
This topcoat surface is a transient one
But structure it shapes is still so strong
Thousand billion gazillions little strength holds like scaffold
And form strength together as one

It was a momentary meeting
In which I confessed all
When prompted by his probes
So much was shared
In a shortage of time
Knowing it would no further go
I let him read my words
He an active audience to his subject studied
Lay no judgment upon my sole
In our temporary togetherness
We spoke as trusted friends
Covering topic acquaintance need not know
He knew me well for that moment
For we shared past and present
And played with ponderings of future
With no pretence to ever know
Because the moment passed
And we moved on

I've got meat
It came across continent
Born in Peru
And bred in Bolivia
But now in Aus
Perhaps my poverty will starve it?

I´m wearing a vest-top, arms bare
But my trousers and trainers say i´m no ****** don´t they?
Probably not, my pale skin gives it away
And my fair hair draws eyes this way
I can but try not to be ******
The language is my aim
But for now my attempt is best made
In other ways
I conquered the buses today
No ****** takes buses on first day
This ****** at least has attempts made
At the lingo of no ******
So maybe one day
On this adventure
I´ll be no ****** no more?

This isn't you

Or it's not meant to be

For why you've gone you wont say

Not saying a thing anymore

Don't I deserve to know why?

Instead I speculate

But nothing makes sense

Unless you're not you

Who I thought

So this I should be surely glad to know

Whilst my heart is still mine

Though on loan to you it is not yet life long

From now I start to switch it off

So in six months if you decide to speak

Don't expect me to be me