A nomad rides through the desert,
Thrown into exile by his tribesmen.
The sand wisped into his eyes,
But anger kept him going.

For days and nights,
With no food or water,
His camel which kept its
faithful company,
Could no longer continue.

The nomad walked on foot,
His throat searing with thirst,
His anger the fuel that kept him going,
Slowly declined.

He crawled in pain,
He knew death was near.
He rejoiced,
When he saw an oasis.

He reached the oasis,
Containing water, the elixir of life,
But when he came closer,
He realized it was only a mirage.