Steps

I walked the desert today

No asphalt, no trails

Just hot unforgiving terrain

You cannot lay slow steps

If you do

It will trap you

My skin is burning 

My legs are giving up 

Still I test myself once again

I’ll cross someday 

This place which ate men

There was although 

A muddy patch

Quicksand 

I took a step of relief 

Cool cool mud

But I cannot stay

I’m sinking 

I must move

I seek comfort in people 

In the same way

It is a desert indeed

I’ve found quicksand 

Dilemma 

Stay or move?

I’ve given up control

I’m sinking.