Only Made Of Dust

We are all fantasy's and dreams...revealing ourselves. There isn't one real thing, in any one, but what you might believe you are. It is...how can I say? Dust. So, play. Play nice. Play rough. Play...with others, with yourself. Make it up. It's not the truth. It's not a lie. It's only 'make believe', if anything. It is, as vaporous as air, as bubbles blown to pop, and disappear...for, you are...and this may come as some surprise...and may not be, lest you believe...you are. We are only made of dust.

Written by Bruce James Clyde 2016,  Deming, New Mexico

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