Des(s)ert

A land of sand and sweet,

That may burn or freeze your feet,

In the wasteland of dream with no one to meet,

That’s just so bittersweet.

A place you could say a desert,

Which is also a dessert,

A place in truth I assert,

That it’s not what you think like a semidesert.

Is it just an illusion?

Those it makes some confusion?

Two things combined in a world of collision,

To see is to believe in what you see in your vision.