I sojourn in the wilderness,
as my robes become disheveled,
and dirty.
Each day,
I'm chasing mirages,
finding strangers' tents
on the desert sands,
of time.
To long
I've sought refuge,
but there is no solace,
as I become parched,
and dry.
I cry,
with plaintive voice,
"Where is my hope?"
I question sanity,
with doubts.
No comfort,
is found In Purgatory.
I strive forward,
looking for infinity.
Only then,
will I be,
Forever Home.
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