Dried sands of the usual Lay endless across the horizon With simple coarseness And familiarity This is the life I understand From the thirst To the hunger From the burning heat This pain was home
And there stands a place that is much more colorful And what may be a mirage Of a mind that craves escape From a dull and painful trek Felt more and more real
But why am I so uneasy To drink from the water of the oasis Is it that I fear that it is poison Or is it that I fear it isn't That the soothing Cutting taste of something better Might make me unhappy With what my life has become