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It has come to take me away 

Away from you and closer to me

Looking at the horizon I see my final hours

I left me in the desert 

I became the sands of time 

Slowly slipping away through my fingers 

You ground the soul out of me

Made me the desert, dry and endless 

A place where lost cannot be found

Only reflections of desperation can be seen

Not true but a modest reassurance

Of what the major horizons of my final hours looked like 

Were you brave enough 

You could travel back to the desert 

Facing your fears might water the sand 

With the tears of regret or our dreams long forgotten

Though the only thing now growing from the drought

Would be an old man’s tale no one hears 

Take my hand, fill it with dust

Look over the dunes

Do you see the reflection in the horizon?