The Oasis
It's all an illusion see?
Waste time chasing the oasis
The oasis can chase me
On the horizon about to break through
The other side I arrive
Unrecognized but not new
Now I'm saying who is who
While society plays make believe
Tries transforming what is she
Mind's imposed upon left thirsty
An open scope prevents the choke
Range cuts through noose of bias rope
From this point, I dug deep
Found the well I'd rather drink
All the work gave me strength
Now I never fall for just anything
Copyright © Scarlett Crittenden | Year Posted 2011
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