I’m going to walk off into the desert,
On a hot and horrible day.
Nothing left to want to do,
Nothing left to say.
I shall walk off oh so far away,
Farther than you think.
Nothing to identify me,
Nothing left to drink.
In a vast expanse of golden dunes,
Where shadows dance and whispers fade,
I’ll tread with purpose, my spirit attuned,
To the silence where my end is made.
Each step a testament to my resolve,
As the sun beats down upon my back,
I’ll leave behind problems I can’t solve,
And embrace the freedom in my track.
The heat may sear, the winds may bite,
But I’ll press on with unwavering will,
For in the desert, beneath the blazing light,
I’ll find the peace that eludes me still.
With every mile, I’ll shed my fears,
And let the wilderness consume,
Until at last, through sweat and tears,
I’ll find my desert tomb.
