The voices you hear
Are carried along the desert, by the wind
You are traveling with a subconcious destination
Guiding your direction
Whether you are traveling earthly or ethereally
You start to hear the others
Then those voices fade away
Replaced by historical tongues
Followed by the sound of a propelled crash
Were you alone when it happened?
You stop to look back, but
You don't remember where it happened
Nor how long ago
You don't remember where you've been, but
There is something familiar about where you are now
As though you've been here before
Is there anyone here who would recognize you?
But, who would they be?
Past, present or future witnesses to your presence?
Were you flying home when you crashed?
Where are you from?
You are traveling along the desert
With a subconcious destination
Guiding your direction