through searing pain and endless droughts
awake the best and worst in us
after walking miles on end in burning sand
seeming lost; never to find true land
feeling dry and broken
sad and confused
nobody out here to turn to
there's always that one option, but regardless i refuse
barefoot and aging
hungry and scared
silent but screaming inside
"is anybody out there?"
blazing sun and sand dunes
footprints that seem to fade
merely fluttering and existing
life feels like an endless game
and yet i still press on
i stumble, and i fall
because there's still a little hope left
there's some for us all.
