Once I was lost in hills and singing sands
and tramped in pointless circles of despair
reciting tattered pages in my hands
But no one picks up signals way down there
I climbed an ancient rock to look around
I strained through holes in rolling mist and saw
the pathway of the long gone and a town
its well-fed folk respectful of the law
And all I longed for and my hunger too
were satisfied—my thoughts were all set right
The drums beat not too fast and not to slow
As I lie down sleep comes to me at night
Like random drums the distant thunders roll
But love commands and fear has lost control.
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