So it seems, that after all this time
This time immemorable, like the endless winters
finally comes a spring, a life anew in the barren deserts that life has dragged me through
And yet, I wonder, I debate
"Can this be a mirage, this oasis... this woman who I long to quaff. Is this real?"
'The Lion drops her young down the cliff" goes the proverb
and where did I fall, but into oblivion, like Oxen to slaughter, unaware of the blades to slit my throat
Time and again, did my heart soar amidst the open skies in scorching sun and freezing moonlit sky
Afflicted by fever, drugged by desire and overwhelmed by all but pain
I crawled, I ran and flew, swam and tunneled, fought and pillaged my way
But what would it mean, if it would be all for naught if there is nothing truly there
I struggle against the elements to this woman, this oasis, this miracle of miracles
This powerful gift of God crafted for me alone
To whom I could get lost in the winding roads and her curves...
what would it mean if it were just a figment of my mind
Are YOU a figment of my imagination?
Against sand and rain, pain and delirium, I struggled
and finally to fall upon the dew of the grass, to tired to truly penetrate to the core
I like to drink of the nearest pool to me
I could only drink greedily as my tongue lapped against the surface, and drove further still, bringing back the nectars of life into my own flesh
Yet what would it mean, if I knew nothing else
And then I wake, blasphemed by the harsh Sun
my flesh flayed by the storm
My mind wracked by overstimulation and under nourishment
My soul, bloody, the heart rended into multiple fragments
My spirit, left as a cleaned carcass beneath the shifting sands of deception and self-deception
Could I have felt anymore weak, lost and forgotten
Oh, but I penetrate further to what was my oasis... do I fall...
Wishing I never came this way...