Patterns in the dust

Through the mists of time
Through the realms of dreams
Nothing is
As it seems

What we believe
What we know
Is all we have
As we grow

The life we have
Just or not
Is not our choosing
It’s what we’ve got

An unknown future
An uncertain past
That’s what we have
Until our last

Did we live
Or were we just
At the end of time
Patterns in the dust

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