What, even then, would be held for me?
An infinite expansion of glassy-sharp sand,
Cutting my feet and torturing my soul...
I am ready to lie down,
Allowing death to scorch my back.
It is undeniably easier to sink,
Sand eroding at everything
That COULD have been me.
Synonymous now only to pain.
And as the sun refuses to relocate itself,
It�s rays illuminate a radiant green
That all but pierce my eyes.
It�s time now to roll the dice.
Is a distant mirage worth chasing?
In this interminable desert,
The fool who didn�t would surely die.
Desperate now, I take myself out of "park"
Rushing aggressively forward,
Ignoring all that had previously discouraged me,
Desiring fervently my own existence,
And dismissing the seemingly futile hope
That those vehicles behind me,
May actually follow me with support,
Or even follow at all.
Have I finally attained this fabled destination?
Is a mirage truly a mirage
If it does not dissipate into nothingness?
So as I drink from the life-sustaining water,
That could only be provided
In an oasis such as this,
I look up to witness the cool breeze
Disrupting the leaves on the trees,
Whispering softly past my body,
And healing those burns that once tormented me.