Dust in the Wind
I have to drive down a dirt road to get to the Arkadelphia Youth Sports Complex. I know. I live in Nowhereville, AR. I am reminded of this every time I am required to eat dirt while going to/from Little K’s soccer practices and games. Today the dust seemed particularly offensive to me and I was on the verge of truly complaining when I suddenly realized that, if I am griping about dusty roads, I have been in America for FAR too long … the land of the paved road leading practically anywhere and everywhere I could possibly need to go … with, of course, the one noticeable exception of the sports complex. In my dreams I would gladly trade these highways for the red dust of the Rift Valley. As this would take a miracle these dreams truly are dust in the wind.
I close my eyes
Only for a moment and the moment's gone
All my dreams
Pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind
All they are is dust in the wind