The Eternity of the Sand

Everything that exists in my life

exists for a reason

I can sit and stare at a pyramid

until he will be lost in the mysteries of the desert

if I can't find the right angle

from which I'm look

I will not understand anything

nor from the existence of a pyramid

nor from the eternity of the sand

I am crumbling with my fingers

a piece of dry bread

I can see the dust that fell on the table

and wonder about the difference

between the flour

the bread was made of

and the dust on the table

there might be no difference

there might be a similarity

this is how all becomes dust