Walking amidst the hot sands of chaos,
Drenched with sweats and despair
I see a beam of light, lingering from far away,
A light of hope, an oasis of truth.
With clear streams, and palms in a splendid array.

It may simply be a mirage,
Or another proof of my delirium.
But the hope is enough, for a dweller like me
To wander across in search of that haven,
In this endless sandy sea.

Alone I live, and so do I wander.
Lone in my...