Looking for somewhere I’ve never been

I take a deep breath, and try to concentrate.
I try to see what’s ahead, but I can’t see past this moment.
I begin to hesitate, to second guess my direction.
I spin in circles, it makes me dizzy.
Now I truly have no idea which way to go.
I’m not even sure from where I came.
All I see is sand stretching out in every direction.
My landmarks ever moving like the waves of the sea.
Sweat stings my eyes,
I’m so thirsty, but my jug is empty.
Mirages form and melt like butter before me.
Enticing me with their virtues,
Then leaving me with nothing but handfuls of sand.
Why did I come here?
What made me think that greatness waited beyond this barren sea?
Here ignorance is deadly, innocence is exploited,
Dreams wither and die in the heat of the day.
Who am I, but a lost soul upon the sands of time?
A dreamer, a poet, so far removed from his element
As to be an alien in a land of serpents.
I am but a man, in a world which demands a hero.
I can’t save myself, how can I save the world?
Growing weaker now,
By the day, by the hour, by the minute.
I thought I had a destiny,
But I’m just a poor boy from Hebron.
I feel a cool breeze blow, hope but a gentle whisper.
Like the kiss of angels upon my sun scorched neck.
One step, then another; blindly I stumble on.
Looking for somewhere I’ve never been.