In the Dust of Me

Walk for a moment in the dust of me,
with a lust for life and desire to be.
Solid truths cannot be my dying breath,
as life gave me no hope for such a death.

Light wavers in the distance far from this,
the warmth it offers can provide no bliss.
As I see the end and wonder no more,
because I now have sight of what’s in store.

Body, soul, and all that is what I am,
merges with the perfection of my sham.
No one knows all that was behind the glass,
my reflection would never be my mass.

Freedom from the disasters of my mind,
and be that which I have not tried to find.