Existence

Sometimes I don't understand my existence

Is it good to be a human

Or a grain of dust?

Either way, we will disappear in a puff

The wind knows it all

While carrying us in the years that have passed

I have memories

Just like every other living being does

But the wind can't carry it all

Till the generations to last

And the moment I die

I will not know the difference

Between myself and a grain of dust

Because either way, we will disappear in a puff