Dust to Dust
if i could be dust
id be so happy
the wind would be the only thing id trust
it would sweep me away
like whispers from words
said under breaths on a good day
id love the feeling of sun and wind
embracing my face
as it brings me around another bend
let me be dust
and throw me to the sky
for freedom is like unrequited lust
familiar and foreign to my eyes
Little soul, big world. Eat, sleep, and eat... Many souls.
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