along a desert highway.
I want the empty road with cacti
on all sides with small pink flowers.
I'll play Hotel California
LOUD
amongst the wisp of
desert wind.
I want to remember of all the times
I've wanted this one simple wish;
more than ideal love.
there is a time to break from
routine and explore the
soul's passion.
a fire that burns holy that
can not be consumed.
I'll stop somewhere along the road at sunset.
I'll write a poem.
but I'll remember this one,
of want with fire of desire.
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