The minuscule speck of dust that lay,
on a winding road that led nowhere,
seemed so contented and lost in thought,
I could not help but cogitate, with a smile
at the loveliness of my muse's quiet life.
It has no map to consult, no globe to rotate.
No signpost to mark its journey along the way.
Only the invisible staircase of current,
that leads it upwards to the mighty Heavens!
Lifted with force by the seductive clouds,
and fondled lovingly by the soft breeze.
It escapes the deadliest traps with ease,
slips past the sternest of barriers with a smirk!
It dissolves not in the deepest of oceans.
It wanders about the avenues of Life aimlessly,
and, boy, how I envy that little speck of dust!
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