Shabby

I’m riding away through the desert
I’ve been here before, thought I’d never set a foot outside my town
The ever changing is our nature
Their reality in us doesn’t matter

This place looks a bit too shabby
Kindly reminding my dreams
When The Mountains meet the sea
I’ll be just fine

I see the footprints through the never
Memories are just absentee here
Washing out my mind of my essence
You’re just too good to suffer the forever

Do you ever wonder who you are?
What it really means to be if you’re just a machine