CAMELOT FANTASIES

DESERT BONES

Shattered lives, come to mind.
When I go back, thru time.
Visions ov, the painful lives.
With the sad, and the tears that they cried.
Shattered dreams, ov despair.
Drifting, thru the air.
Visually my mind sees, miseries ov the lives to unfold.
Cascading thru, the history told.
Nomad skills, I had to have to survive.
If not, I probably would have not survived.
Traveling thru, in designated zones.
Thru the desert bones, ov my mind.