The Findings of an Oasis

The Finding of an Oasis

We are three now
though before it was only I
wandering this lonely dry desolate land
drained by my own water
yet dying of thirst

My mind
travelling to only an hour ago -
or is it longer?
So it feels...

I undertook this journey of my own accord
With no influence whatsoever
And now I bear the consequences of my once dire need to conquer this fear
The same fear that now presents itself tenfold

Do I continue;
or do I die?

There's the voices again - Me, Myself and I

I will not call them by their names;
I refute them!

They do have ways of worming themselves
into my already lonely life

You see, with them, it is lonelier.

I therfore find myself searching
Hoping to find hope in this desert
where my sight will be my own
and my thirst will be quenched.

I take one long look at the shrink
as I go into the deep sleep that
determines my hypnotic state...

Will I find the oasis?
The paradise of all desert-travellers?
The wonder of all Men's dreams?
Tha ambitions of all those who seek them?

This quest, who knows?
Will no doubt be like no other
For once one can overcome the many grains of sand the desert holds,
only then can one reach for the many stars the sky beholds...