Barren and uninhabitable lands, sweeping across his tired and watery eyes mocked his intellect which seemed like the only viable companion in such harsh weather. Desert, he managed to conclude after applying some thought to his otherwise already engaged Grey matter. Water was the next desire of his living needs, completely out of frequency with his being. They seemed to be on their own, whims and fancies he murmured to himself. With the misery of survival mounting, he felt liberated from all the pain within. Like a flashback of sorts his entire life screened to a solitary audience, applauded and criticized, all at the same time. He cried, loud and uninhibited, at his past with moments of humor entangled with the present. Only the pounding of his heart reminded him that he had to walk, destination unreachable, journey beautiful, but all alone. He looked at the high skies hoping for a storm, just for the change as he felt boredom would soon kill him before the hostile environment would. Mirages, then he remembered were common for the ones in the desert and decided he would look out for them and would not fall for them. But invading these thoughts, he tried not to think about how he landed in the desert. He had planned his journey, all to excellent detail. The Great Savannas he began to imagine almost childlike. Raining, it was, just around the corner. The 'others' waited. He gave up. U-Turn was what he chose!!