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The desert is lonely
But it is a home
Only the hardiest survive
But no one can survive just alone
Gazing into the beyond,
Watching clouds roll by and birds carry songs into the skies,
Longing for that freedom,
As it is held into the relentless loop of mundane conversations,
And lifeless chatter.
Restrained by a sliver of glass,
Hoping,
Praying,
That the shackles holding it inside would shatter.
But the monotone remains a murky grey,
And life moves on, as it always has.
