All the damaged people,

Vultures of the past still swooping high above

They look out over the future

But with a mind on the past

As they cross the landscape they notice shapes in the clouds and in the dunes

Many of them are beautiful 

But a cloud is a cloud

And a dune is a dune

And there are always memories in those shapes of the ones in their past

So they stop 

Unable to go back through the long trudge that got them here

Unable to move forward in case these dunes and clouds are the same

They test a few steps

Where the land seems different

But it's too different and they don't feel comfortable 

The test ones that are familiar, a few steps

But even though this is comfortable, they are reminded of their past trials

"I can't do that again"

They stop

"I'll wait here, until the landscape changes"

The vultures continue swooping above