A Dust In Time
Life is nothing but a dust in time
You can let it pile up and cover everything you think you know
You can clean it off and let it flow freely in the air
You could believe it to be a nuisance and let it consume all you fear
You could chase it down relentlessly
You could let it form into a giant ball of missed opportunities and sweep it aside
You could cough it up day after day with no relief
You could just let it be and see how much that bottle can hold
Whatever you choose
Remember time is nothing but a dusting of dirt
Here today Gone tomorrow
Copyright © David Grasby | Year Posted 2014
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