The sun shines bright and harsh,
Leaving the land empty and barren,
Like the doubts in my head,
That leaves my soul restless and grumpy.
finding a sense of direction
Is as hard as finding a source of water,
Leave alone an oasis of wonderland
The true joy somewhere far away.
I find no one to share my anxiety,
Roaming around are vultures,
Hungry and thirsty to pounce on me,
The day I give up, is the day I die.
I gather some strength,
I continue the journey with everything left in me
To find something that I lost long ago,
To find just that ray of hope, like the bottle of water I once carried,
I wish I find a camel to carry on,
If not a company of a friend.