Tunnel Vision

Running along the sand, Footsteps trip Hands sunk, face plant- Can you see the cacti? Wind howls, and grabs me by the waist- Throwing me against the grains- Lips cracked, I can taste blood- Or maybe it’s salt- I’m losing this battle against the desert sun I reach the cacti- Feels like miles away but it stands, tall and proud- Waiting for me to prick myself Waiting for me to give in- I reach out my hand, the sun sizzles- And it’s gone. Nowhere in sight, I check my peripherals What sort of reality is this?