Part Of The Dust There is a change a coming I can smell it in the wind These days of endless running Are reaching a bitter end Yes the wind will change direction I'll catch an upward gust It will lift me high in motion As I become part of the dust Free from all the rigmarole Gone will be the dance No longer will I push me around Or kick me in the ass Now mostly I've lived beside myself Didn't know I was being followed By the one I did not know She's the me I cleverly hounded NANCE Brody © 2012 Nancy Read (SOCAN) All rights reserved
