A Drive through the Desert

For hours he drove into the hostile desert,
winding roads breaking waves of monotony,
reality engulfed in the trail of dirt.

Erased the sterile urban cacophony,
free from his initial sour hesitation,
no longer alone in his harsh agony.

He blamed society for his agitation,
he blamed himself for the dissipated hours
and the endless cycle of black temptation.

The flamboyant patch of rogue desert flowers
keeps his high hopes burning to see another.
A conscious choice to destroy hollow towers.

Allowing the roads to set the course further,
Dreaming about living life like no other.



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