Hey, you, the respectable Dust.
You are on an errand,
tonight.
The morrow, you shall trudge
for the rays of sunlight.
And day after,
you shall reach
a place of absolution.
If and only if,
when and only when,
you deserve peace. But no,
yes you don't.
The if and when
of life
magnifies the truth,
a reality, mine and yours.
The inevitability of
a tanking worth.
— Leslie
