Distant Parched Vistas

Guilty quiet empty roads, simmering off the grid

Distant parched vistas, pale warnings of tomorrow’s fears

Reflections off mirages return my gaze, real or not, the feelings are the same

Brushing my hand back and forth, they disappear, but cling to my thoughts wherever I go

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