deserts in my mind

when i look at these sands
i remember all the lands
that i have been
and i have seen

memories engulf me
spiced up with the spree
tied down by the bonds
as reflections in my cranial ponds

a longing to go back
a hesitation that has no lack
their faces are swirling
in an abyss that's whirling

i do not know where i am
i need a way out of this jam
stars are coming out soon
those should guide me out of this dune

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