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.
 no complaint there. So I just took out that begining complaint about my formatting issues.