bored, yet again

[santahats]

the tears stream down my cheeks
and reach my lips
I can taste the salt from the drops
the sting
from my constant biting at my lips

people are leaving
they all have plans
leaving me here,
in the dust

people often compare life to a road
yet I'm standing in a desert trying to make a road
appear out of thin air,
it can't be done
so I wonder around the barren land
till I find some sort of civilization
I have a feeling this desert will become my life
with no direction
and forever I will wonder the sandy dunes