Every movement in struggle
the change in weather, in situation
The brightest star is stripping away your
self-actualization, leaving only
the purest thoughts of
too busy to even think about Living Life.
It is shocking what happens
when the heat we crave, the warmth we serve
gets too close and burns us.
Are you digging your own grave out there in the desert?
There's no wind in the flatlands
Blue sky becomes
A painful, flashing reminder of
the nothing and everything
stretching before you.
No birds to sing
No trees to shade
No one to love.
With this quiet
humanity can only last a few
if you're out there
deliver me my Oasis.