Drowning in sorrowland, unable to reach up, save myself
Will you be there, here, to pull me free?

Question marks in the sand, like you,
like the wind, they fade. Slowly into dunes in array.

Once atop, you take me higher.
Till voices grows thin and minds even thinner.

With stars so close my name falls to pieces in the clouds.
Slipping from your grasp, tumbling down, back to black.

Into a desert of despair.
Stuck with tears to make a sea.

Here I will build my empire,
with questions in plenty and a name to endure eternity.