ride
the fiery sun burns
from morning to evening
across this stony plain
where nothing grows
huge clouds of dust
are thrown up by the scorching wind
why do we travel on this endless road?
deaf and blinded
he comes to a river
senses blocked by the dust and the night
something is calling
he sleepwalks without falling
sixth sense stops him
in the shadowless light
i don't remember
help me to remember
one night by the fire
somebody is talking
his voice is so happy
it almost sings
like a vision
somehow he remembers
takes the road back to forests and springs