Deserted Land

 As I drove down on an abandoned highway my Jeep began to rock,

I didn't know what to do so I stopped and got out and noticed my tire had a flat.

So I left my car behind as I traveled through the sandy, rocky desert barefoot.

Looking around me I noticed I wasn't the only one here.

Rusty, dirty cars are all around me,

Dusty blankets on the ground that hippies used to use,

Tents and trinkets that gypsies owned,

Dream catchers hanging off of the trees that belonged to my ancestors.

Anything you could possibly think of was right here in the land of the deserted.

Trudging through the hot sand in one hundred degree heat,

Passing by happy looking skeletons.

Panting and sweating,

Really hoping a Cactus Cooler would appear to quench my thirst.

I've been through the deserted land with no name,
Where there's rocks, trees, and things
Where there's rings, shattered glass, and broken wings of birds
I've been through the deserted land with no name,
A place with a history of pain,
I've been through the deserted land with no name.

 Stripping off the pieces of clothes I had on to steal a pair from an abandoned, stoners' van.

Wearing a man's fringed vest and a woman's acid washed shorts that surprisingly fit me.

I began to question whether if I was in the present or could I possibly be in the past?.

Maybe I could be just hallucinating from the constant mirages.

I traveled miles down the highway to only find alive the buzzards pecking at  human skulls and the scorpions that were fighting with the snakes.

Feeling so disoriented I heard a woman's voice in the wind whispering to me to go with her.

Following her voice to see a grassy land with a big beautiful lake,
"For heaven's sake please be real" I thought to myself in my head.

Running to the image to have a drink of water, but alas it was only another mirage.

Could this be the land of the dead?.

I've been through the deserted land with no name,
Where there's rocks, trees, and things
Where there's rings, shattered glass, and broken wings of birds
I've been through the deserted land with no name,
A place with a history of pain,
I've been through the deserted land with no name.

I am getting so delirious, I am losing my mind.

Lost and unconcious as I lay my body down on the ground while staring up at the bright, blue sky.

Laughing to see the sun winking at me and the clouds kissing the sky with such delight.

Smiling to myself as I took my last breath while saying softly to myself
" Is this heaven or is this hell?".

Well I guess it could be both.

I've been through the deserted land with no name,
Where there's rocks, trees, and things
Where there's rings, shattered glass, and broken wings of birds
I've been through the deserted land with no name,
A place with a history of pain,
I've been through the deserted land with no name.
I've been through the deserted land with no name,
Where there's rocks, trees, and things
Where there's rings, shattered glass, and broken wings of birds
I've been through the deserted land with no name,
A place with a history of pain,
I've been through the deserted land with no name.