Who Are We?

From dust we come, 

To dust we return,

But in the meantime,

When we are non-dust

Is who we are.

Non-dust is a fairly open term,

A choice to be anything we discern,

But a choice so huge 

Is overwhelmingly grand,

For a person who is confused about

Picking her favourite ice-cream brand

We are the books we read,

The characters we lead,

The truths we bare and the thoughts we share

The little worlds that we create 

And the bonds we never hope to desecrate.

While we live this brief amount as non-dust

Remember we must

That in the end, we are going to be nothing but stardust

Like iron becomes rust.

Nothing we do will last the test of time,

But despair not, my dear child,

You are important, here and now

Because at this moment you are non-dust

The story doesn’t end there

As humans, we think, think, and we think

We think if being non-dust is really worth it

The daily task of getting up and doing things

 And we think if going back to being dust will be better.

The simple answer to these questions is

To ask the dust particles around you.

Can you?

Your answer is right there.

We are non-dust for now

With all our sorrows and disappointments

The pain and evil thoughts,

The broken hearts and the abandoned dreams,

The monotony and the ceaseless boredom,

But as long as we are breathing,

We are non-dust,

A chance to be anything we discern.