Flying low, into the wind
Halfway through the mountains
Dreams abandoned and embraced
The time imagined behind.
Shadows creeping among
The red sun signposts
A hundred and sixty horses
Carry me through the fire.
The cool morning breeze
I stand naked on this rock
Darkness behind my back
The fire rises, blinding my eyes.
She called and I followed alone
Lost along The Highway of the Sun
I am too hungry to sleep.
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