Stars above and stars around,
a speck of dust floats to the ground.
Unnoticed, floating aimlessly,
and no-one knows that speck is me.
Soaring, shooting, flung up high,
crowds gather gazing at the sky.
A million specks unnoticed fall,
transparent, sullen, past them all.
Future is up, obscurity,
lies on the ground still as can be.
Light bounces off a gazers face,
illuminates the silent race.
Specks crawling, sprawling uselessly,
from dust to dust; they’ll soon be free.