Desolation brings about Resolution

There are two ways these deserts bring me the end.
the one way is the easy way out, the jumper route.
the other way is the hardest way, this is the resolve.
there is no easy way out, no turning back, no oasis.

An oasis in this desolation only brings resolution further away.
It teases me and tempts me into thinking there is no famine, no tears.
I rather jump out of this camel and into scorpion infested sands.
A cantine of fresh water, could bring me another solution.

Could it be perhaps that I have lost my way in this desert?
Could I ever find the true fountain of water, of milk and honey?
Could I be strong enough to survive the tests of these sand dunes?
Could I ever be able to understand my reasons and my treasons in this desert?

Life keeps wondering into a blinding sandstorm.
Ready to take me off course and into the slow agonizing end.
Nights and Days are all the same.  Days and Years have equal disdain.
Loves and Heartaches come and go. Leaving a trace of confusion and resolve.

The Resolve to go forward, to move ahead, to never let my face lie in the sand.
The Resolve to weather the storm, to resist fatigue and not falter into the open pits.
Life is made up of this resolve, we either resolve to end our miserable lives or 
we resolve to fight until the end, until the bitter sand forsaken end.

Water is all I seek, Dunes is all I see, Sun is all I feel, God is all that matters, 

Let him be my end.