After death delayed fortune,
For the traveller of never-ending dunes,
For the old and dusty footwear,
Not given enough of certain care,
Barely standing against the furious winds,
He steps towards what abyss brings,
Confidence takes punches,
As pressure grows until seems endless,
Time when illusions take over,
Minds into chaos, not anymore sober,
Then the nomad relaxes,
Forsakes his planned actions,
Gives into the horror,
Takes the curse,
Embraces it with pleasure,
He's fed up with it,
But nobody's there to measure,
How much a man can take,
Is it time already to free him from disgrace?