Again

I feel sweat dripping down my chest
Sun beaten forehead
Hair sprinkled with red dust
Feet immersed in orange soilOn this journey
Searching for purpose
The real meaning of existence
Why am I here
Self keeps questioning solemnly
No one said dust would settle soon
Swallowing specks of insect parts
Tongue tasting like earth
I have been long forgotten
Self proclaims soddenly
Salty taste of sweat drops
Reminds me draught is coming
Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow
I shall begin again