Beyond my own thoughts are strings of cacti lined along a vanish line
Streaking past periphery as they blur into the mile marker signs
We are bristling with youth and hurtling towards tragedy and scars
As the desert air surrounds and we recount aloud how we each received ours

We’ll meet the horizon where the sun goes down and deify the turnpikes’s twisting lines
No thunderclap or man could remove our kingly crowns
We are drinking dandelions

Beyond all I know is a serenity of houses, farms and wives
And everlasting souls arranged in pairs and moving through each other’s lives
We may not be men but we are armored, we are shielded, we have pride
We race around concentric circles burning all the homes where we reside