Cant you see my legs are shaking


Above the Sun


Where’s the soul going?
After our bodies have been dusted
Eternal beings living momentarily
Vanity searched, vanity acquired
But it’s all sand to the desert
A million there, a few spread out
Rumbling, waiting for the rainy days
When the wind comes, it seems like
The heat was just a mirage
Making fools of those who thirst,
But refused to reach further to the fountain
Where’s my thread, my soul, my whole?
The one I need to walk with, through this storm covered with dust