lost your way but found yourself
superstitious mountains and their long ancient...uh, superstitions
mysteries casting their spells upon you - beckoning you
so you go off-road through the cold barren desert twilight
at first light hiking to your fixed destiny in the shifting sands
under indifferent stars watercolored on the pale sky
turn around in every direction and it all looks the same
mounds and ridges of dunes - cactus - undistinguished brown brush
scorpions and sandstorms, hostile winter weather
it can get mighty cold in the desert at night
maybe a mountain lion stalk you
maybe you slipped off a ledge - went over the edge
while you looked for lost gold nobody’s found
treasure that may or may not even be there
tumbling down down down
down to the brown unforgiving ground with nary a sound
to a part of the earth that hides you
now you lost to the world
far away from where the flash floods flow
but one day years away...maybe they find your bones
in a crevice tucked away...off the beaten trail
but you went where you wanted to go
died doing what you liked to do, who should judge you
it’s not so bad really
better there than dying in some office
or having a coronary carrying somebody’s suitcase
nobody knows for sure what happened
you became yet another mystery of the mountains
