Cacti are spread across this vast terrain, and all that can be seen is a serene horizon.
Tumbleweed crackles and wildly blows across the dusty roads of your mind.
Violent wind storms suddenly appear and your soul desperately scurries to hide.
Why are you silent?
Why are you scared?
Why are you tormented?
Why are you screaming?
Why are you distant?
Why are you indifferent?
Why are you under-prepared?
Are you deceived?
Are you inspired?
Are you fatigued?
Aren't you admired?
Aren't you desired?
Are you not tired?
Why aren't you cut yet?
Why aren't you eating?
Why aren't you sleeping?
Why are you bleeding?
Why aren't you breathing?
Why are you overeating?
Are you healing?
Are you dying?
Are you finished?
Are you willing?
Are you ready?
Are you aimless?
Are you worth it?
Are you steady?
Why are you insane?
Why are you gaining?
Why aren't you losing?
Why are you musing?
Why are you alone?
Why don't you hone?
Why do you roam?
What do you perfect?
What do you expect?
What do you project?
What do you possess?
What do you profess?
What do you confess?
Aren't you ambitious?
Are you abandoned?
Are you rejected?
Aren't you important?
Aren't you worthless?
Are you dejected?
Are you in denial?
Are you in despair?
Why are you obsessed?
Why are you depressed?
Why aren't you a success?
Why aren't you a mess?
Why aren't you lifeless?
Why are you oppressed?
Why are you desperate?
Why are you possessed?
Why are you over-prepared?
Why are you stressed?
Are you cursed?
Are you unearthed?
Are you hungry?
Are you thirsty?
Are you eager?
Are you worse?
Are you well versed?
Seconds and minutes seem like perpetual hours, when darkness cloaks these dusty roads.
Wind storms finally dissipate and your soul slowly peeks from behind your eyes' gates.
Cacti are spread across this vast terrain, all that can be seen is the serene horizon.
When pride and perfection begin to rise, your exhausted soul quickly hides from those ole' crashing tides.
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