My sight shall reach past the ruthless dunes

A solitary raven as my sole mate

Whose intentions towards me

I allow myself to doubt

As everyone here is by their own



Small unfortunate seeds champion

Against an unwilling stormy climate

Where venomous predators luxuriate

I therefore brace myself

While I have my last sip



I've been on many traveling caravans

With experienced and spirited folks

We kept our eyes vigilant

For danger preys each turn

I can't afford to let them down



I am now one in this vast wasteland

My leather boots burn my weary feet

Meditating my next crucial move

Disdaining the liquid salt on my eyebrows

My intentions will prevail