"Dust you are
And Dust you will return."
They look down on you.
You look down on you.
Words meant to keep you down below.
You are Dust.
You are nothing.

You are under their feet
And on their walls
Covering their bookshelves and
Filling their lungs like a plague.
You are Dust.
You are hated.

You are that which is
Always, whether wanted or not. That which will be.
That which was.
All things fall to Dust, no matter how pure.
All things become Dust, wanted or not.

"Dust you are
And Dust you will return."
They look up to you, and why
Not? Who said Dust was not of the heavens?
You are proud.
You are celestial.

You are always- who cares if they want you.
You were once, and still go on.
You are. You are beautiful,
Watching all, all look up
To you. Cast their wishes upon you.

You are Stardust, pure and shining.
You are perfect- eternally so.