the sun beats down
in the baneful rays i drown
i travel on restlessly
making my way aimlessly
no quest
no goal
just onward, digging my hole
i do not know what land i seek
everywhere i pass is desolate and bleak
i will continue to roam
in search of my home
my tired eyes fall to the horizon
there, a cold fire is blazon
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