In a land of people

Skin defines their name

A number takes the blame

They are stuck in the stone grave

Built from their birth

But the mind is transformative

Changing with a flick

The mountains are dusty

Mental dip

So quick

The meditator mediates

By examining the self

But existence is complex

As the world escelates

In the desert

A man will speak

At the hights of the hills

He wil break apart your knowledge

Of what is a thrill

This man may become wild

He may look uncivilized

But listen to this man

For in his eyes

Is you, a child

@ Camile McGregor