It was an empty wasteland.

I have been in the sun for too long.

Listening to the sound of the old rusty wheel turning over and over again.

I hear the birds chirping and crickets clicking.

I feel the sand beating under my feet, 

Against my throbbing neck, 

And clogging my dry lungs.

The heat stabs at my burnt shriveled face.

The small nails, killing my feet.

The splinters in my bleeding hands.

Tiny rocks and plants jabbing my swollen legs.

I have done this before but never this bad.

I wish I could just drop dead.

This place is a black hole, it swallows everything.

All of this for nothing.

Then I see it at last.

The lush green grass.

Water pouring through rivers and rivers of water.

Shade covering my aching body.

The great sprinklers relieved my gray soul.

This place was like an oasis.

I'm so glad it's finally over.

An empty wasteland,

That's all it was.

An empty wasteland,

Nothing more nothing less.

An empty wasteland,

One day, I will come again.