I originally posted this to my friend Andy's now defunct antisocial network: asocial.
I am not the dust that settles, The inevitable layer of inaction Covering the memories of our past. I am the dust that travels. Forgotten, yes. All that remains, true. I follow the winds, The harbingers of change and movement Rushing through the joys of the present. Never stable, true. Idle, yes. No, I am abandoned to history. I am not the dust that settles, The hapless, witless passenger of time Cowering from an uncertain future.