Dust

On some days

I do not want to move

A limb

I want to lay there

On my bed

And let the mattress

Swallow me whole

I want morning to turn into

Noon and then night

I want days to pass

Seasons to change

Lightning and thunder

Sunshine and rainbows

I want the world to go on

To never stop going in circles

Round and round and round

The sun

And as children grow up

And adults grow old

Trees die

Buildings change

I want to be a girl

Who once refused to leave her bed

And turned into dust