Twisted, broken, torn

Attempting to reach the promised Zion

Walking on bruised feet

Dirt in your hair, tears in your eyes

Looking up in desperation at the sun

A ball of fire that burns

Making you blind when you look away

Only able to see the edges

Of this wasteland of your journey

Trading your soul for hope

Believing in that which is not seen

Kneeling to pray at the altar

Of some unknown deity

Moving your feet

One step at a time

Until your sight returns

And you see you have not

Moved at all

From right here


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