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.