Am I dust?

Here I sit, all alone, carved in stone
The world will not wait for me
If I think, for myself, am I guilty,
Of some sort of blasphemy?

Well maybe I’m doomed to burn
In hell of fire, look up see the stars conspire
To make us all feel small

And I wonder, am I pawn, am I spawn
of a God of eternity?
Yet I fixate, am I dust, am I lust
Am I monkey, without its tail on?

Well maybe I’m doomed to turn
To blood and oil, is it all for naught we toil
To leave here in a box?