Journey to the Past

There’s a desert on my heels
A cemetery where I’ve lost my wheels,
Where a full mausoleum lies built and bare.
Emptiness has paid money to be buried there.

I’m flying over a path
Scouting for a place to take a bath.
I smell like a rotten grave
Off I need unhappy bones to shave.

Before touring the graveyard
I lived in a peacock land
And fell in love with a bard.
All that has now turned to sand.

Now I’m just wandering,
Preying for a home.
I’m just circling -
I’ll make do with a ruined dome.

But there’s this twinge
In my spleen:
I’m tired, and have many things seen,
And fear makes me cringe.

But I secretly long to once more be part
Of a land’s soul, of a mountain’s heart.
I wish once more to find pride
Flourishing on my back hide.

I’d like to be tall,
Forget what it’s like to die and fall,
And worst of all:
Bat my wings against a wall.

So there’s hope in my veins
That I’ll one day hold the reins
To a green, gold land, and sing
A silly, tuneless tune, next to my King.