Place to be

Desert. It all began there. Search, freedom, doubt. Sex. Death. Common sense. Words. Extended levels of experience. The door at the end of a long corridor. Not an entertainer though. I've started my trip. This is all about it. Impossible concentration. Dreams. Old habits. Man has sold the world, his own soul for time, language, tools, weapons and dominance. What is it next? Football. Education. I can't see because i am totally blind, sightless. Old pirates seek for gold. Emancipation of mental slavery. Information is the key. Not for me. Prefer a feast of friends. the blue skies. I'm flying high above the earth. It's the desert. Again.