WE 2 R STARDUST

It doesn't (?) matter

things come and go

in and out of this nothing

like a silent breeze

of no real consequence.

Why should I care

there is no real me anyhow

pretty tales and transparent truths

can only decorate the elaborate hoax of my existance

Am I am, merely metaphor.

To hold on would...

Only lend fuel to an already raging fire

that burns away each moment (past, present and future)

with a mocking murderous fury

(If) I am the sum of my partswhat should I have to show for it?

a). Scribbles on scraps

b).Forgotten rants

c).Memories and ash

These blurred details of an incoherent fool

are lost (comfortably) in my own shadow.

In my imaginationI am everything I could be (and more)

but sadly, this is where things

like dying stars and nebulas

live, die and fade

In and out of focus

so eternally in and out of focus

that on one infintesimal day

there will be nothing left to see
but dust...

just dust...