Somewhere Outback

Regret always comes round in circles, burrows deep in cravesses of my mind,
we must walk on through the days of sandstorms, that makes us blind

After twenty years I no longer care for insight; or understand your reasons why
but without you my journey remains a lonesome track, under a desert sky.

for Albert.

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