Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Surviving the Dust Storm

I was told that there was ancient village ahead
But this dust storm hides this mystical haven
So many skeletons buried beneath the sand
I hope to escape their fate
There has to be a river basin or pond
There has to be water to drink
Just one more dune
Cross one more dune I said
No sweat, my system is unable
No tears, I regret nothing
But soon I'll be dead
If I don't reach the oasis
My body baked
Soon I'll be driven mad
Must reach a well
I won't survive
Not even for another ten minutes