Upon the wind I ride,
with great stride
I come on pride.

I suffer much but still I drive,
I drive deeper still
with my heart of steel.

My windy steed I ride
like the queen of dusty dreams
and long forgotten memories.

I ride the winds of weathering tides,
as they roll across my lifespan
of deserted plan’s.

I fought shadows with my bare hands,
with flashing stars falling from my vision.

All this and a face full of sand.

Life is not easy nor can you disregard its plans.
It will remind you of its presence and its dance.
You have no choice but to tango.