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Ironic, where you find yourself.

It’s the gates of hell, my only one truth.

An angel in the desert, out of reach and elegant with grace.

You’ll walk with a purpose and intent,

until the eons have erased your footprints

and you’ve spent an eternity building nothing.

A life spent wasted, you’re the bearer of guilt.

Crippled by the weight of burden.

Embrace this realization.

You’ve walked until your feet bled.

You’re just an angel in the desert.  I had dreams too.