My father has a
special place in mind
for us.
As his manifests say,
we're reaching a stony
destination.

A godforsaken area.
A still unblemished area.

Essence of green
marveling my soul.
As long as it's forgotten
men can't burn
its lungs.

Pristine water
shining through my eyes.
As long as it's inhabited
no one can turn
it gray.

Rustling wind
blowing my hair.
As long as it keeps living
kelvins won't be
too high.

Smell of peace.
It's what keeps
me flowing.

With each step I hear hard
sand rumbling under
my feet.
With each engine
dust is sent in
the air.
Wherever I go flies
and papillons cover
my sight.

I wander around for long.
Feeling relaxing
isolation.
Desiring to dive
in the wild
and share freedom
with him.

When the sun goes out.
The forsaken gets
obscured.
Like in a horror game
I feel lost.
Despite the missing sight
my soul can
still see.