I am alone, quietly standing

       among concrete crystals,

           which dwarf me.

They speak to me

       of the many existences, all empty,

           cloned lives.

Oh my wild desert

       peaceful and unique,

           I miss you.

I run away.

       In a stream of refugees

           I find my anonymity.

We are on a desperate quest,

      leaving behind the raped land,

Oh my wild desert,

       I know where I belong.
 

Kiss the Fire of the Dawn  /  Mirage