Dirt

I knew not what I mean when I am thinking my thought out, yet, am thinking that am thinking of what I really mean it. Thus, I am dirt, the universe is dirt. All of us are made of dirt, when time comes we are sure to become what we are. Every being on universe shall witness the truth of living, the only truth is that we must agree that we are from dirt and dirt is what we are. When time is right the truth shall reveal its identity. When the truth is revealed there is no assurance of being escape from turning the body into the dirt. When the truth knocks the door, it is for sure that we have to accept the fate. Neither king nor layman can run but to bow the head down and be its slave eternally. Fastest we may be in running, deepest we may be in driving, highest we may be in flying, strongest we may be in lifting, illusionistic we may be in magic and life, we are sure to become what we are. 
Dirt I am, dirt the universe is; the truth that we shall never be escaped from. Neither the brightest light nor the darkest darkness will be fugitive from being the dirt, thus, its assured. The significant of life is for living and to be the dirt. Tomorrow we shall witness the dusty death, as life is just a walking shadow without the light of yesterday, as a brief candle. The life is a tale that shall be heard no more if we are poor player on the universe. We do it again and again yet we shall never be perfect in lighting the candle of the life, as it’s just dirt of yesterday to tomorrow.