For...

For what would I walk a million miles
until my shoes were
mere scraps
of leather,
beaten tirelessly by the hammers of the sun?

for who would I brave the sunburn
engrained into skin,
the burning fiery
rejection of heat
that would become a part of me?

for when would I choose to
surrender my eyes
to the
encircling
of sand?
to drown alone in
seas of land?

for where would
it be appropriate
to give up my now
to walk
to step
to burn.

for how could i commit
myself
to such an arduous
task?
how could
i put
one
foot after the next
so many times
in
    sequence

for why am i thinking
of the dunes?
of a land
that i will never know?
of a dream
with no power
than that which
i breathe?