Dust settles on us for we remain motionless
The mites start to live off us, as parasites do
******* off all the common sense still remaining
Even our vision diminishes with the accumulating dust
Unable to choose our own course for the future
As we have slowly and prematurely turned to dust
One day the strong wind blows away all the dust
Without a trace, we fade away from this world

© Amitav (Radiance)