The Mirage

I walk a desert alone, unsure, 

footings lost on shifting sands.

I walk a desert burnt, thirsty
and you, my dear, were my mirage.

The savior oasis of splendor, of life
the calming horizon but one step away.

I knew it was fake, but so I trod on.
The thirst will fool but the strongest mind.

I'd rather grasp, to swing and to miss

never letting the desert show me my fate.

but you were an oasis with water salted.
The saving grace that spelled a doom.

A doom self-inflicted, of knowledge not need

A look past an ignorance that I chose to believe.

but mostly a doom that is not a finale

a hurdle and bump in the unfinished tale.

Though thirsty I'm left, in anguish or peril,

my legs keep on troding, and my lungs take in air.

Destination unknown, hardships unyielding, 

the journey persists, till victory or death.