How long?
How long has it been?
1 day? 1 week? 1 month?
2 years, 7 months, 27 days?
I  don't even care anymore.

I thirst. For what? For water;
For lost faith... maybe for love?

The sand. Will it go on forever?
I taste it on my tongue. I feel
it on my skin. I breathe it in,
But do I embrace it?
I think I might.

I'm starting to wonder
if this desert I'm lost in
is only of my own making,
to leave I need not more than
open my eyes to the paradise
that truly surrounds,
yet, I remain blind.

That which I would do, I do not;
that which I would not, I do constantly.

Will I die here, or will I one day
escape to dwell among the living?

Perhaps my oasis
I've already passed.
I continue to walk... but
now I walk with you.