The wheels keep turning,
And I roll on.
The mind continues burning,
At the breaking dawn.
Empty fields fill my thoughts,
Under motionless skies of gray.
The world outside brightens,
As my eyes adjust to day.
Flat planes lay ahead,
Soaring mountainds stay behind.
Sweltering mirages tease my head,
And false images torture my mind.
As the miles continue on,
Proving the desolate sands.
All traces of man have gone,
I am delivered through nature's hands.
All the miles so lonely,
Seem to pass away.
Traveling onward until there only,
Lasts a trace of day.
The time has come to stop,
Take a spell to rest.
Tomorrow brings the mountain's top,
At breaking day's request.