Oasis
why do we let people get to us?
scam us?
break our hearts?
why do people enjoy seeing others squirm?
is that what this world is coming to?
a whole lot of heartless people,
who care for not but themselves?
it's not supposed to be this way,
it's not supposed to be hard to find,
someone honest and kind.
yet it's as hard as finding an
oasis in the desert.
i'm lucky, i have many an oasis, surrounding
me, they will not run dry.
maybe, just maybe others will be drawn
to my oasis of friends and i can
become their oasis too
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