Lost.

Standing,

In the middle of the wilderness,

I see the light,

I smell the waters,

I follow faraway footsteps,

Yet I cannot see,

Your oasis,

This torture yet to end.

Seeking,

In the middle of confusion,

I see the sand,

I hear the wind,

I feel the heat,

I am holding onto,

Your words and deeds,

This torment, I believe, You'll discontinue consent.