Follow me through the treacherous terrain of desert dusted pillars,
Only you and I remain in desperate search of purpose,
Each twist and turn lures further into the maze,
Crusty eyes and trembling legs ache to our feverish bones,

Look above and you will see the ascended soaring through the cotton dotted sky,
Tranquil faces of knowledge that they have found their place amongst the heavens,

Left, right, right again; can you see it too?
Have I...