I search
But all around I see
Are sands
That drift before me
Like
The time that passes
And the winds that blow
Ideas are dust
Scattered
And fading
Before me so…
On the wind
I inspiration take
From the sandy bed of a dried up lake
To the rolling dunes that lie ahead
I know
My hungry imagination
Will soon be fed
Sands of the Mind

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