by Firedrake » Tue Jan 03, 2017 7:30 am
My Mind Is Dust
The beginning of my story is like opening a door,
A door into a new world unseen, unheard of.
I walk tentatively into the developing unknown,
And watch as the world is built up around me.
But this beginning was a locked door,
One in which I couldn't delve into,
And suddenly I felt that which I never knew,
And would never touch- collapse around me.
So I turn to the strangers for help,
But they look at me as if I don't exist,
Perhaps I am not real, I think to myself,
As they fade away into the shadows of reality.
I look down at my quivering hands,
They are dissolving to dust, blowing away,
I soon become the wind of the void,
Looking back on the door I couldn't open.
It remains locked, standing stoic in place,
As I traveled onward through space and time,
Past those who turn their backs to me,
And continue to do as I always did.
Exist.