Wash Away

Is there a desert just like a winding road
Where hope is unanswered to dreams for something more,
Pretending needs to armor, the sentiment
And causal significance with tomorrow,

Spelling death in martyrs,
Where you might find you’re strolling
Proliferating maltese
And making signs to wash away throwing up Fost. Freeze wasted?

If there’s a desert,
We’ll take the winding road
If hope is unanswered,
Better to dream of something more