Consciousness

The wind wandering an endless desert; The mind the pen. Wandering endless hours; eternities passing without a trace. An endless desert in the skis; the mind the man a pen in hand; eternities passing; always an open door. The wind wandering an endless desert. The mind, the man; wondering the desert walking in nothingness. The wind a future writing. Consciousness, the mind, the man now with a pen in hand. An endless graceful land. Or a war ridden land. The mind consciousness, the man. Something missing many men many guns a war written land. Consciousness, the dust the ground; A war written land… Desert The wind wandering the desert land.