Oasis

 

It’s an oasis, they said;

If you know where to touch-

You might find gold.

 

If you touch the land;

If you feel the sky;

If you dance in the rain;

If you surf in the waves;

You are one step closer,

To becoming the hero-

Of the untold.

 

Green as it is;

Blue are the skies!

Plain as it will be;

True and forever lies.

 

It’s an oasis, they said;

If you know where to be-

It’s all gold, gold and gold.

 

Will I ever come back-

In this evergreen grass?

Will I ever come back-

To ride on my father’s back?

Will learn to fly-

Through the golden eagles eye?

Will I lead myself again-

Constantly to suffer in pain?

 

This land! Oh this land!

Such a barren, wasteful land!

Those who know the deal ahead-

Can stay away from being dead!

But the unlucky, like me-

They are unlucky enough-

Just to be there!

Lucky they will be-

If they escaped far, far away!