I'm a stranger in a strange land
Trudging through hills of sand
My stomach swallows my chest
My hands quaver in protest, as
My legs beg to rest
But the sand does not end
I bite my lips knowing the truth
I must face the desert and pretend
that the wind does not pelt punches every which way I turn
and every which way I go that the sun does not burn
So I wrap my self in my arms
So I catch the last drop of water
So I hum my favorite tune,
and trudge through
Again and again
edit: formatting issues fixed on its own 
no complaint there. So I just took out that begining complaint about my formatting issues.