Insignificant Speck of Dust

Twirling through the air  
 
Your so careless  
 
Meaning filled only in the creative eyes of a child  
 
Never any more  
 
Sunlight catches your face  
 
This face you sheild us from  
 
Told from such an age we are a snowflake  
 
Another star in the sky  
 
Philisophical writings of your mythilogical battles steak the night  
 
Why do you mean so little?  
 
Just a fleck of organic matter in a pit of nothingness  
 
Why are you here?  
 
Oh tiny insignifican speck of dust....  
 
My skin cell  
 
My mirror  
 
My aching thorn
 
Why.  
 
In a blizzard of mockery snowflakes  
 
Are we really so far off?  
 
The childs eye plays a cruel joke...
 
In this dream
 
This picture...
 
My reality.
 
When did it all start to fade away?
 
When ever did I awake from this dream to find myself in wonderland?
 
Did the storm of snow ever exist or is it just another dream about a memory from so so long ago....
 
Will I ever know?
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Written and published by A Nameless Traveler  A.K.A.  -Andrew F. R. Kerklaan