Dust III

I lay there, slowly listening
to the water flow
dreaming, knowing it and I were two
Two who still move forward
two who've always known
That where we go commands not what we do
We keep on going for it
we constantly reach out
towards the banks, thinking what we need
Lies upon the shore
with all our nervous doubts
those doubts that no one else can seem to read
We hold on to them, keep them
closer to our hearts
than anything we have-but still, we must
Let it all start living
far from us, apart,
and let the light turn it all to dust.

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