Temples will crumble and fall

We are moving through the deserts watching the sand drift for an eternity. Time stands still yet temples crumble and fall. What was it that was said, as we answered the call. in a vast land that makes us feel small. Temples will be built if belief is able to come this way. it seems we only yearn some sort of truth. So tell me what it is. then I can add it to an ever growing list of circumstance. Its true things are shimmering like a mirage The only liquid is the sweat on your visage. yes Time stands still, and yet temples still crumble and fall. We are lost, searching for life. An oasis of freedom and circumstance. The hot desert sun shines down but its no longer fun. The shade beckons oh light relief. yes light relief. where we can escape the midday sun. the we can dig the absurd and this chosen life we have begun.