There is nothing beyond the valley of sand
Just some more sand, when you thought it was the end
This is the end.
It’s the same as it was before, and the beginning and everything else in between
This is it. No fountain of youth, no streams of cold, blissful water
Only dry, dry land. Like a parched throat
The climb, the walk isn’t worth it you know
The view is what you get at the bottom of the well
The blue sky, ever stretxhing, ever out of reach.