Desert Dweller

Sounds of hope, misleading.
Rooms without doors,
windows without keys.

Sounds of hope,
pipe dreams echoing evident whispers,
seem to answer unspoken questions.

Fools’ words spin about my ears
cascading promises of solutions to my fears,
proselytizing easy pathways to truth.

The inward path,
the journey toward self
progresses without shortcuts.

© 2025 Bruno Talerico
Stafford challenge 231/365.