When I move I lose focus
And the vision of who I am
Shimmers and blows away
Like a hot breeze whips desert sands
If I don't move at all
My life is a dune
Shapeless and insubstantial
Subject to the indiscriminate
Winds of change
And the vision of who I am
Shimmers and blows away
Like a hot breeze whips desert sands
If I don't move at all
My life is a dune
Shapeless and insubstantial
Subject to the indiscriminate
Winds of change
This is an original poem, copyright 1990
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