Sandman

I dig further into the sand
Wishing to find your source
Friction cuts through my hand
Yet the water eludes me more.

Sunburns, like wax of melting hopes
Take forms all over my skin, my soul;
Yet the digging gets deeper for the core,
Vultures far above sniff another hole.

Discoveries sadly aren't Columbus' shores
History doesn't wait for cobblers and stones
Rivers steer cleverly away from dry deserts
So does rain,
For sea is the abode of ships and thunders.

The learned man knows that the Earth is all land;
And that the mighty water is the greatest illusion
He can't thus quench his thirst playing with sand
Destiny leans into his breaths, takes him by the hand.