Perhaps another shimmering oasis
disappear, and even if
you aren't, you
are not my oasis. I cannot water here.
You have said, and you
I need reassurance once in a while that
I serve a purpose beyond being the keystone in
The arch that holds your ego in place. Perhaps
not even the keystone, maybe the stone two
places to the left of it.
When I am removed, your sultan's palace will not
crumble, you will simply find
I want to find that place again of being
I want a courtyard to hang on my every word. I
want to be fed grapes.
I deserve this... but I sure
don't want to head back out into that