I am Stardust

I am stardust

I am full of not bones and tissues, but stardust.

If you were to cut me open from neck to naval,

out would pour dust.

And it is not the dust that is wiped off cabinets and from under beds,

but the dust from the sky,

the dust that doesn't know where it's been,

or where it is going,

but it knows one thing,

I am stardust.

And this dust is mixed,

mixed with lust,

and not with lust for you, or you,

but for there,

wanderlust,

I am dust and I am lust,

and I don't know from where I came and I don't know where I am going,

but I do know one thing,

I am stardust.

And I am settling.

For sixteen years I have settled,

but when the countdown ends,

when the caps fly up,

so will my dust,

and I will scatter

and I wont know where I am going,

and I wont remember where I'm from,

but I'll know one thing,

I am stardust.

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