Sweltering heat, desert daze
Then somewhere in the distant haze
A sudden vision of water appears.
Traveling toward the oasis
I attempted to get near
Yet the only water to be found
Rolled down my cheek as a tear.
The obvious had faded away…
The sighting of a mirage
Lured me directly into
A dead-end sabotage.
Somewhere in the distant haze
I walked into a hidden maze
Where the water wasn't real-
Illusion itself thus became
My very last meal.
Psalm 63:1 O God, thou art my God; early will
I seek thee: my soul thirsteth for thee,
my flesh longeth for thee in a dry a
nd thirsty land, where no water is;
