Dust

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 their paint.

Dust is the reason

The paintings look so faint.

Dust was the reason

I escaped years back.

Dust was the reason

I never lost my track.

Dust is the reason

I rise from insomnia.

To return to this room

And retrieve my Utopia.