Dust in the wind

All of our connections

The people we stumble across

The lives we touch

The lives that touch us

We stumble day by day trying to be someone

Something

But inside we feel nothing

Nothingness

Being empty consumes us

Trying to fill the void

Going from person to person

Having them fill us

Trying to become more

So our lives aren't meanless

We want to be loved

We to be remembered

To matter

In the end does it really matter

We our all just dust in the wind