you seemed like the solution, but you were merely a mirage

stretching out

over the miles of cooking road

on the stone,

i saw you.

a sheet of water,

to reward my adventure

of finding you.

as i trudged on and on,

i battled waves of heat,

dust blowing in my face,

but needless to say,

i fought against the million odds.

at last, we are united,

but as i reach for a sip,

you vanish before me,

and you are further down the road.

i tell myself,

"i don't want to waste my life

chasing a mirage."

but i do anyway,

never acknowledging the fact

that real water flows

within rivers.

is this what they call love?

constantly chasing things

you think are real?

if it is,

then it is all merely an illusion.

one thing,

is for certain, though.

we all

want,

we all

chase,

and we all

race,

to find

the real currents of water

in our lives.