impromptu lit

i have to lie down and rest...
as i await for my prayers to be carried into the west...

to face the sun... standing still amidst the barren, sandy plains...
my hopes have been diminished by someone else's pains...

i am forlorn, to see that everything has gone this way...
as the seeds of my happiness flutter and fly away...

i yield... and yearn... and yonder, what is this i see?
could it be... the one that God has prepared for me?

alas... an illusion. a mirage. manifested sound...
sush is the fate as my heart ceases to pound.