I walked down my favourite trail that day
holding my little cute dog
looking at the sky
focusing on the lines it drew on
some cars passed by
brought along with it a trail of dust and smell
and that's what we all are
here on this Mother Earth
fighting desperately for whatever worth fighting for
putting all our energies into something we love deeply
screaming wildly into the air hoping for miracle
striking all the roadblocks like we're the superheroes
but someday come and all we have will come to dust
even we ourselves
but even the dust
even if it is only dust
I want to make sure that the dust I have
the dust I become
has its sparkling lines that only seen in one in a million cases
and my dust will shine its shimmering lights
for the mere seconds it spend on earth
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