Grooming in the sandstorms, loving the prickly dust,
Emotions are far away, there is only lust,
Bound in the shackles of desire, forgetting the truth of peace....
Are holding the chains of obsession, and men to please...
Hoping to find a solitude, a place which defines me,
Free from the boredom of shackles of desire and to the land of peace,
Life isn't what we expected and neither will it be,
Life is a shackle that bounds you and death sets you free.
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