Getting out of the Desert

In the plains of the desert, I find an oasis

I quench my thirst, attract a deadly sepsis

Look into the clear pool to see my eyes red

I am afraid I might soon be dead.

I turn and see a man, my father in the light

He says, “Its not your time go back, do it right!”

I wake up in a nomad’s shabby little yurt

Reminded me of how bad I was hurt

I gave my father my word

My path has drifted like a herd

I owe him a life lived well

I lost my way in this desert of hell

Its beautiful I tell you, this desert

Its mirage is deceitful, yet covert

It reigns you in, mesmerises you

Disappears into thin air as you get closer

Leaves you wondering and none the wiser

In this desert I strayed as a prey

Thinking I was a hunter to my dismay

I seek solace in the path I chose

My word to my father remains far from close

Must I keep my word? Does it matter?

What will I do when I see my father?

I couldn’t do what he asked of me

I couldn’t be the man he wanted me to be

He said, “Go back do it right!”

The nomad shows me the way to fight

This desert may be distress in daylight

It’s a hunter’s paradise during the night.

I hunt at night and make my way

Out of the desert to the ocean’s bay

I do it right like my father used to say

I get out and live to see another day.