Dust

Sunshine lights up the morning dew,
casting it's brilliance in every hue..
Another day begins for all,
but it's beauty is only seen by a few..
Wake up, oh body, weak or strong..
The soul's urge is clear,
and the call is long..
As we open our eyes yet once more,
we hope our dreams will see the real world..
And forever change in our eyes,
the look of the wasteland it once bore..
The truth is harsh...
As harsh as it is cold...
But the world would indeed freeze,
truth be told...
The brightest day,
the darkest night,
just chapters of countless lives;
and they watch their hope put up a fight,
then watch sadly, as it withers and dies..
"All is not lost", they say,
"through this abyss of blight,
we will surely find a way.
This tunnel too, will have it's light.."
Running, or walking on to a target set,
even merely crawling towards a goal,
they hadn't yet met..
They'd searched for themselves,
looking high and low..

Only to find out
from dust we come...

...to dust we go...