oasis
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You are my water in the desertMy shelter from the stormMy refuge in times of troublea soft blanket when I am coldA cool breeze on a summer dayA shoulder for me to cry onWhen I' m feeling sad or hurtwhen I feel like I can't hold onyou say hold on t
You are my water in the desertMy shelter from the stormMy refuge in times of troublea soft blanket when I am coldA cool breeze on a summer dayA shoulder for me to cry onWhen I' m feeling sad or hurtwhen I feel like I can't hold onyou say hold on t
You are my water in the desertMy shelter from the stormMy refuge in times of troublea soft blanket when I am coldA cool breeze on a summer dayA shoulder for me to cry onWhen I' m feeling sad or hurtwhen I feel like I can't hold onyou say hold on t
You are my water in the desertMy shelter from the stormMy refuge in times of troublea soft blanket when I am coldA cool breeze on a summer dayA shoulder for me to cry onWhen I' m feeling sad or hurtwhen I feel like I can't hold onyou say hold on t
I feel so sad when I wake up from a dream,
Realizing that I have to return to reality.
It's always easier to decipher what nightmares mean;
That my soul is just another casulty.
This is how it goes.
I begin by stepping into my room.
It’s everything to me that it smells like my perfume.
It has 7 walls with a light that might go boom,
My feet sink into the earth,
Like an old man in his favorite chair.
Microscopic life tickles between my toes
Leaving a sense of clarity and peace.
The air tousles and textures my hair,
Deep in the mountains there lies an oasis
The remanent of the natives of ancient
I’m tired,
So tired.
Someone please let me sleep.
I’ve been wandering for so long,
Traveling through this vast desert.
There’s nothing in sight
No oasis like they claim,
In this sea of people their is a desolate dankness in the air.
Among the cigarette smoke and liquor evaporating from these young bodies;
Her hair, smelling of a new shampoo her friend Hannah suggested,
A mirage upon the endless sands
The heat whispering for you to sleep
Your body slows to the movement of the timid wind
The will to survive has vanished like the waters
Today is goanna be the day
That they're goanna throw it back to you
I always wondered what it would be like to be loved
To have a strong heart
To say what’s on my mind
Each summer I would go-
Could it be that I’ve
Gone there every year? You would
Think it would get tiresome-
Roaming those sand covered shores,
Barefoot and wandering
To travel alone,
Through a lonely desert.
Everywhere you look,
Dunes of sand.
No one to share your company,
No one to stand by your side.
Tis a lonely world, this world can be.
