The Spirits of the Desert

I wake up every morning
On a deserted home
That’s my desert
That’s where the spirits come from.

They are not death
They are not evil
They are my troubles
I’m their slave.


May be I’m crazy
May be I’m stuck
But that’s just life
Waiting for her to arrive.

She’s not a problem
She’s all I’ve got
It’s happiness
In a cruel world.

Happiness, the one that gives life
Take a spirit
And turn him just into that
Some spirit of a desert.

Pen name: Sir SS
Category B