Where's the Stimulation?

Where's the stimulation?

I'm back in the land,
Where the wind blows dry sand into eyes,
Where sirens disturb sleep.

I'm back in the land,
Where the sun is weak,
Where the air is hostile.

I'm back in the land,
Where problems loom,
Where threats cackle,
Where temperament wavers.

I'm back in the land of dirty frowns,
Where sadness lodges behind the eyes,
And steps echo lonesomely,
In dark, hollow streets.