In the cycle of life, I find my place,
Though I don't know who I am, I keep pace.
I don't play by the rules, but that's okay,
I'll keep trying, even if I lose my way.

Like the moon, I have my ups and downs,
But I keep moving, never staying in one town.
Sometimes I'm lost in the dark of night,
But I know I'll find my way back to the light.

My life may be a mystery to me,
But I'll keep living, trying to be free.
I'll keep shining, like the full moon bright,
And I'll keep searching for my guiding light.

Even in emptiness, I'll find my way,
And I'll keep walking, day by day.
I may not know myself, but that's okay,
I'll keep living, and find myself someday. 

In this cycle of life, I'm but a grain of sand,
Blowing in the wind, not knowing where I'll land.
I don't know my name, but that's alright,
I'll keep moving forward, with all my might.

As the wind carries me, I hear a tune,
The song of "Dust in the Wind", a haunting croon.
It reminds me that life's fleeting and so are we,
But we can make our mark and let our spirit be free.

I may not have all the answers, that's true,
But I'll keep searching, to find what's new.
Like the moon, I have my highs and lows,
But I keep going, wherever life goes.

I'll keep trying, even if I fall,
For the wind may take me, but I'll rise above it all.
I'm just a small part of this grand design,
But I'll keep living, until the end of time.

I am lost in this maze, not knowing my name,
Desperately searching for answers, feeling shame.
I yearn for a purpose, a sense of direction,
But I'm trapped in this cycle of introspection.

I see others around me, living their lives with ease,
While I'm left here, grappling with my unease.
I long to break free, to find my place in this world,
But the path ahead is blurred and swirled.

Do I give up and let go, succumbing to the absurd,
Or keep searching and hoping, for a light to be heard?
It's a dilemma that tears me apart inside,
As I struggle to find the courage to decide.

But then I remember, the words of this song,
That we are all but dust, that's where we belong.
And maybe that's okay, to not know it all,
To just keep moving forward, even if we stumble and fall.

So I take a deep breath, and let out a sigh,
And I keep on walking, with my head held high.
For maybe one day, the answers will be revealed,
Until then, I'll keep living- open heart and no shield.

A sincere try at setting coherent words to an internal thought of mine. I thought of it more as a spoken word rather than written poetry, but until I read it out to you, my writing is an attempt to bridge the gap…

The title of the poem was a result of me genuinely not knowing what to name this piece and the fact that i felt it was fitting too…. If you have ideas though, let me know 🙂