The Desert

Away and far the desert stretches
          Thoughts of escaping this barren land,
From troubles and sorrows
          From burdens
                  Drooping eyelids
                          Creases slide in unbeknownst to owner...
          Comforts of life...that drag and tug and accost us all
Knowledge, fleeting martyrdom...
          Yeah, we can change the world
                  And diapers of every child awaiting food...
          Neverending cries
                  We ignore
But there is a moment
          That seizes
                  Every human
          Of course we can change the world
And we weep for none but ourselves.
          As childhood visions dissipate
Vestiges of skin
          Shed from fresh
                  To oily
          To the dryness of the desert
          We desire to consummate...
          To save those we shun, we create
The new smell of leather
                  ...Our endless salvation