Scorching sun burns Sand grains fly high Dry throat throttles Feeble legs drag No one in sight Oasis in mind Little ant I am In the vast nothingness Friend I must make Of this desert.

Listen to the eerie thoughts,Here them click and clang,There’s not enough space,For them in my mind.There’s an orchard of them,Ripened they are,Thud thud they fall,Only I can pick them up,Hush hush my mind yells,Silence trickles in,But only for a while.

It is I am alone In my thoughts I ponder Of the things great beyond Abstract they’re Giving me hope that I am not alone It is I am alone In my heart I feel Of the joy yet to come And the pain that broke me Intangible but concrete The hope I am not…