What happens when we get lost in the desert of life?
Our souls trapped between intolerable heat
And insufferable sand.
What happens when our skin is burnt
And our lips chapped by time, fatigue
And the choices we have made?
When there is nothing but a sea of sand
In any direction.
Any step forward
Is a step to nothing.
And yet if we stand still,
We have to step.
There will come a time
When we will have drunk our last gulp
From the cup of life,
And we will find
That it’s a shallow one.
What can we do but throw it away?
There is no oasis to replenish ourselves,
The heat will tell us that,
All we can do is sink.
Sink, or step.