Inconsistent shifting sand burns beneath my feet. I don’t know where I stand surrounded by miles of desert.
Only walking on the surface where everything is the same. Only the oasis lets me sink.
but we are a scorching sun That evaporates Making us too scared to sink Too scared to think.
We harden and bake the topsoil. No wonder we can’t dig deeper to the water beneath
we are all dying of thirst.
Today people are too scared to be personal , nobody wants to have anything genuine. Artificial and superficial motives and intentions are all that’s left .people can be fake and change there personality. Things constantly shift and change