Death of heat streak the bareness of my back,
Tattered the strips that hang so meek.
Each trudging step sees my foot sink deep,
Snaking behind trail dents covered in.
With each gust of wind carried from the unseen
Brings biting sand across my cheek.
My blearry eyes sting the lids beneath,
Above parched lips resembling dry broken clay.
I am all alone in this desertplace
Far from life, neither home nor away.
Where did it start, how will it end?
When did I first place my feet in the sand?
Beyond the horizon where the sun rises and sets,
Will I find a road of cement?
Daily does dusk come and darkness befall me,
Yet faithful each dawn that brings forth the first ray of light.
Just as night comes, surely is there hope for a new day.
Hanging on to thin thread I am dragged on by the last strand.
Again and again, I lift my weary legs.

Insatiable, a craving for you
Like a drowning man for air
A thirsty man in a desert
A lonely man on a park bench

Within sight but out of reach
A whisper away but my voice fails me
Though such longing surge within
I turn away to avoid your gaze

Caged is my heart, locked with a key
Its bearer unbeknownst, a dark mystery
Bars of fear between tales and history
Imprisoned between truth and illusion

I looked again, did you turn your head?
I held my hand out, did you back away?
Is this a game, is this a race?
Would I never be...?

And once again I'm lost in this sea
My mind adrift, a floating twig.