Dust in the wind

Dust in the wind
a craters love lost..
red eyes
wiping sighs
four minds
millions of sad thoughts
dust in the wind a tears maker..
dust in the wind the memory of the dead...
dust in the wind the love between a dove and a crow..
good enough the questions between hate and love....
all i remember is when all was one..
and love could synchronize with the human heart
land was called a name
and humans primitive a lives sigh..
shouldn't that be nice????
remember when you were Young???
when you could play with no guns in your mind
when just an apple in a tree
could bring a days enjoyment???
remember when life was simple?
thoughts nice sweet tarts your grandma made you
nice thought.. all forgotten..
like dust in the wind..
now you think
my dept!!
my sons school!
I'm lost!
my job wont pay enough!!
please help me god..
soft music your enjoyment..
hard thoughts your dry drought of life
like dust in the wind..
this poem you read..
thinking what it had said..
but its meaning will never go like dust in the wind
as for it will be secret for the rest of you hateful days
and will be revealed when you shall ever be Happy
like when the dust in the wind would let you disappear
in to the leaves of a tree when you play hide n seek...