trees frowned on both sides of the waterway aimlessly i float with the river bends drifting farther from the name i owned yesterday closer i am to the red lands leaving behind the comfort of grass replacing my scent with dry sand a place for no buildings or cars to the red lands vaster then forests and countrysides combine where foot prints of exiles have been blown away to the majestically terrible,heated winds. i sing only to the red lands a place where i can put away my desires and the constant searching for truth for all that lies here are abstract dunes and endless horizons to the red lands i come here to escape the history of man let my loved ones find me if they can they can not buy my respect with porcelain plates to the red lands i can run bare screaming to nothing, but leaving something in the air i am free i am dancing with reality to the red lands