Kansas- Dust in the Wind
Recently, the dad of my master passed away. Recently, one of my master’s friends passed away as well. Everyday I see my dying grandfather. He is a useless, dependent piece of meat. Not that I hate him but, I just want him to rest. What else is the purpose in this world of a dying old man who does not know how to relate to people and cannot be understood because of his slurred speech?
All we are is dust in the wind. Everything is dust in the wind. Nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky.
There have been times when I wished that God would just take me now. I’m just so tired of the misery that this life brings.