Upon the desert’s golden seam,
Shimmers a distant, fleeting dream.
Beneath the sun’s relentless eye,
Hopes appear, then swiftly die.
Waves of heat curl in the air,
Promises vanish, thin as prayer.
Chasing shadows, hearts aspire,
Yearning for water, fueled by fire.
Illusions dance upon the sand,
Never quite within your hand.
A vision teases, slips away,
Leaving thirst at close of day.
Yet still we wander, undeterred,
By silent whispers barely heard.
For every mirage leads us on,
To find the truth when hope is gone.
M.A.D. Works 