Drought

With a dry head and a sour heart
I walk the slope
without knowing where it takes me
I am poor, without hope.

Lost in thoughts I take my seat
my face soaked in sweat
sweltering heat.

The preaching starts
people are absolved
I space out
and, nothing gets solved.

This goes on
things don't change
I revisit fantasy
nothing there as well.

I go back to bed
wrapped up I lay
Dreams repeat
tomorrow is same as today.