I took a trip through the dunes of grey
That swayed in tune to the moves I made
Some call them quicksand, others untold
But I just call them jellogold

The rolls felt funny under my bare feet
And yet they burned more than melting streets
The sands were small but the grains were sharp
The burning sand cut into my heart

They cut me hard and cut me deep
They made me cry they made me weep
They shook my whole and took from me
All that I thought I had inside

Then they sang a suddle lullaby
And calmed me down and praised my pride
And healed my wounds, but then, to my dismay!
Came another descending day

And I was left there, stranded, without hope or shade
Swallowed by the light I myself made
Forever

Poetry by Me