Desert

I'm walking in the desert. Birds above me tell me there 

is water. They've touched and drank of it. They guide 

me. All I see is sand. Endless yellow hot sand. My pale 

skin gets continuously burnt. The hot makes me 

delusional. Sometimes, my head's not right. Yet, I 

know, with all with strength, there is no other path. 

So, I keep walking.