Slowly fading in the sand,
Distant dreams, distant land.
Where are we?

Sweaty faces being fanned,
Trace the road maps on your hand.
Where are we?

Look for signs on the floor,
Scratch your head and look some more.
Where are we?

Talk to the man who put you here,
Rain washes till it's clear.
Where are we?

Bust the windows of your mind,
Notes unfold throughout time.
Where are we?

Mae.B