Dust in the Wind

you got
sound in your ears
that touch you
like thorns of the bush
the light from the window
is killing the dark that
you crave
is it gonna be good times
if you do
what you thought of last night?
or are you gonna
stay there
and dream
and be content becoming a slave?

the day’s not going
to wait
if you look
it’s already on time
the cool breeze merely
stays
before random breaths overshadows
its mind
when the little flight
in the sky
starts running away
scared
of that sight
will you be
dust in the wind?
or break out
and shine in bright?