Not From The Book.

Learned man little
Thought about dust and
Sang:
I am not returning to any Dust. What dust? In fact I ain't returning anywhere.

May be some one sick sitting
By the garden or in
The forest wrote to no one particular
That being alive is to know
That one came from
Dust and would return to dust
Oneday,
It had to be someone sick
Writing that.

I would have never needed anything
From the outside if the
Inside wasn't ever created
Never got blinded by the war
And thanked havens for the food.

I think I got everything
I needed
It was now the need to make
It's Next Move,
And I hope it remembered 
That I ain't returning anywhere.