tripping
and falling
im stumbling
again

when there
lies ahead
the water
in this desert

fantasies aside
i find the
strength to
believe this is
real

look at my
travelled life
inside the loop
of desire
and failure

i can see you
the very fluid
of life, just
ahead of me

eager eyes,
i cup my hand
drink in the
taste of sand

the bitter
sharp pains
you bring to
my throat
do not quench
my thirst

i knew this
was false
but i
believed
anyway

i need to drink
before i am
scorched
beyond recongition
it could have
been you
it should have
been you
i wish it
was you

you allowed me
to be a fool
you helped me
fall apart

you are the
filthy dust
clogging my
lungs and
burning my
skin
eating my
soul and
crushing my
hopes

yet you
swallowed
a mouthful
of me
anyway