The Mirage

On weary legs, I trudged across
A neverending desert land,
And spied ahead a blue oasis,
Shining in the desert sand.
I ran with all my might toward it,
Though little strength was left in me.
Alas, the waters grew no closer,
And I knew what it had to be.
At first, my mind would not accept.
I fell exhausted to the ground.
'Twas not but a mirage before me;
Sand was all that I had found.
Overcome with hopeless thoughts,
I struck the ground; I cursed the sky.
I wondered why this had to happen.
I feared that I would surely die.
So now I rise in disappointment,
Plod along, despite my pain,
And try to keep my wits about me
So I will not be fooled again.