We  didn't choose this..
We had a lot of dreams
We expected no continental drift.
We hate these thorns all over
Our bodies..
There was no other choice..
We had to adapt fully to this new
Environment...
You always see a smoke
In our eyes...
There are a lot of things burning
Inside!
They always hit the rock and find
Water inside..
How is that possible?
We go straight to the sea
But...
We find no drop of water!
May somebody please check
If the clock is not stuck..
This desert is too dry and hot...

Buven ThePoet