The young man asks
The old man how
Did we end up here
In the desert of our dreams
Only after you've traveled
Great distances
Through many cities and faces
Is it possible to tell
Which direction you
Were heading he says
A response that leaves
The young man gaping
Couldn't you tell I would
Betray you and then beg
For your forgiveness
Didn't you promise me
You would never leave
Here sit beside me old man
I've warmed a place for you
Let me cool your fevered brow
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