"All we are is
Dust in the wind."
That's not true,
We're also sin
We're truth
And lies
And pain within
We laugh
We cry
We drink our
Gin
We think
We try
And hold it in
The wins
The loss
Your pretty eyes
Are more than
Dust
To such as I
There's
Grief
And lust
And genocide
There's birth
And rust
That rots
Inside
Your hollow
Bust
An ebbing
Tide
A heap
Of dust....
I've found I've lied.
I guess I must rescind
My pride,
accept that
We are in the wind
And will be  
Dust
For all of time.