Who am I that time may not erase me?

I am not the endless sea

With its unfathomable depths

Nor the warm, rich earth

From which sustaining life springs.

I am but dust in motion,

A shadow with a solid form

Permitted to flit through life

Casting my temporary haze on the world.

At the passing of a generation I am gone.

A slightly faded photograph

A scrap of paper, maybe two,

Baring my name will be all that remains.

And time will take these as well.

For all I am, dust and shadows,

So too are all, in the end

Though to what purpose – unknown