D U S T .

Dust is the reason

I recall I still care.

Dust is the reason

I’m driven by despair.
Dust is the reason

The palettes lost the paint.

Dust is the reason

The drawings look so faint.
Dust was the reason

I ran away years back.

Dust was the reason

I never lost my track.
Dust is the reason

I rise from my insomnia.

Come back to this room

And make it my Utopia.