Dust

I feel so many cuts on my soul. My heart beats irregularly with hope. In a rhythm that does not fit into this world. Did we really come from dust? Did we really come from dust? I've broken down insurmountable walls. Behind them, I saw sorrows and deep falls. I feel like I don't belong here anymore. Can I please turn to dust? Can I please turn to dust? Take care of your wings, my little dear. What does it take to go this road? I think I will crumble to dust I think I will crumble to dust