Dream dust

Big dreams
crumble to dust
And mix with the debris
of everyday

And tomorrow
or next week
No one will even remember
or know

A life was built here
And tiny victories won
Till a final storm
Blew it all to dust

Before long though,
These shattered, scattered remains
Will mix with the dust
And be the stuff of another dream

Another life,
Hard-won, hard-built
And who knows if that may stand
What this one didn’t?