Thursday, November 28, 2013

Dreams From Dust

from where i once came was once where i came from
but still, i could never return from whence i came
for i cannot remember how i came to be where it is that i am now
however, if i were to trace my steps from here to there
and arrive at the place i started from,
i would still be lost
for i started as dust swirling about the tombstones of another mans dreams

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