The Dusty Desolate Desert

The Dusty, Desolate Desert

Why Me?
Because I had no choice
I've no idea why they said that I was ideal;
Yet alone the best.
Trodding through the dusty desolate desert,
With just a pint of water,
No food,
Hoping no good,
Nor goodwill.
The careful camels marched on,
Careful where they trod on.

The marching continued until the hotness was no more.
And a cold chill came upon our spines.
The dusty color faded into the sand,
And darkness took its place.
Everyday seemed the same,
The same, sad and solitary sand,
Stretched solemnly through the solemn sand.
Everyday was the same.

No idea where I was destined
The Lords seemed determined,
but at their wits end too.
One lost it, but the remaining two gained it.
Running out of supplies were we
Fortunately, lucky were we
Because in the landscape, emerged a great, green oasis

Even the camel seemed contended,
The 'lost-one' drank all the water,
at the happiness of seeing the sight.

We all dragged ourselves through the dusty, desolate desert;
For once being happy, not unhappy.
I promise you,
If we had food, I'll gobble them up, surprising you.
Not for hunger (which could be) but for happiness.
The oasis neared us, we neared the oasis.
We were just two feet from the oasis,
When it seeped into the sad, solitary sand.

The oasis was no more.
We just learned that the truth is not sweet but bitter,
And mirages are certainly bitter.