The sky is a ceiling too distant to touch,
The desert is speaking in tongues of the hush.
A thirst that is nameless, a vision too bright,
A well that is laughing, dissolving in light.

Step into the shimmer, step into the lie,
The water, it beckons, it smiles, it sighs.
But sip it and taste it—this nectar of air,
A chalice of nothing, a kingdom of glare.

The roads are all bending, the signs are misread,
The footprints behind you dissolve where they bled.
No past to return to, no future ahead,
A dreamer who wakes but is never in bed.

And still, you keep walking, though nothing is near,
A mirage in the mirror that time engineered.
A promise, a flicker, a world yet to be,
A kingdom of water still lost in the sea.