Explanations.
Endless explanations
A rebellion of answers
Reflecting on a cure,
The cure for ones Endless
Existence.

Slowly trotting through the desert
Hot in day
White at night.
Never ending cycles
Dry dusty water
Cool refreshing sand
The sahara is not so bad.

An old man walks through town.
He limps in pleasure
With every single hop
His face moves like water
His eyes
Filled with sand.

Irrelevance
Lost in the forest on time
Trapped together
With the countless advice
Of a million dead poets
Sung only by the last
Of the Delta legend
Singing through the soul.

The old man meets the horse
Somewhere near providence
He mounts the horse
Riding off towards the sand
Leaving the ocean behind
Never knowing where he was going
And never asking
For an explanation.