I can't justify how far you've broken me.



The sky is only up in these desolate silver sands.
Platinum dunes of a weight paramount, unseen powers surely inimitable
My vision fails me, mirages of freedom's light
in the distance spark out in every direction.

They look like fireworks, grand as it's own spectacle of magic and wonder, the explosions echo in my chest
My heart breaks and from stumbling, the illusion falters.
My knees are weak and breath shallow.
I wonder on in search of more.
In searches of I.
I've already had all this time.

Others walk alongside sometimes, I stupidly question their judgement.

Let me rest in the hot sands, if I could talk I'd beg them, bask my face in the warmth of the coarse blanket.
If it were just I the body, I could trek past the illusion.
Sadly my soul is yanked backward by evil spirits to ensure my trek is long and hard.

I've tried to cut loose my mind and heart, all that with,
more or less, figured form, but without
the soul 'astray',
how will I be able to get to this daydream I walk towards before me?