Ashes to ashes and dust to dust

Time moves much to fast when all you can do is stand by and watch as you set a drift. Already almost half my life is gone and it felt like a flash blink of an eye. As I get older time moves faster and faster, and I see the shadowy dark hands move closer and closer to my heart. I am so afraid that the night will close in on me, and I will have regretted my life, cause I will have done nothing to be remembered and I will disappear from hearts and minds and return to dust from that witch I was born. One can not say I was not born of the dust, because all were born of the dust. In the beginning there was nothing but empty blackness the darkness, and the dust. The particles that over time joined into a mass and became so dense that it could no longer contain the built up friction it was creating with in it. And it exploded into the darkness with such a light as if god him self had raised his hand and said let there be light and there was light, and he saw that it was good. And low light shine across the land casting back the darkness into its murky depths of hell, but hell too has its own space and so it lies and waits in corner of the solar system, always waiting, in its darkness, waiting for the light to fizzle out like all other lights do eventually. So that it can reach out with its dark caws and snatch the leftovers from the light that now lay faded, like the apple that stay high in the tree far from the grounds reach soon when its luster fades, it too falls to the earth and the earth sucks it in and consumes its soul. But with the dying of every light comes the explosion with in and possibility of new light, so that light brings new light of its self, that is the light witch was the light. Though it does not remember its light from before, that memory stays and holds strong in the back of its mind, remembering all its past lives remembering that first light that spawned all other lights. Ashes to ashes and dust to dust, and thus is the way of all things even the light for one day all that we see, hear, smell, taste, and touch will come together once again and clash like the dust in the beginning, and all will start a new. Starting all over again, the circle will be complete and are loop of endlessness will begin. So pay you get things right the first time, for next time around you have no choice though it may seem as so, destiny will decide thy fate then… or the loop may have already begun and destiny decide it now. Always and forever ashes to ashes and dust to dust, so sayith all that lives, has lived, and is yet to be.