Dust in the Wind

Dark and dusty is the way ahead
the colours I see is only black and white and not even red
Vintage street lamps create a spook
may be its real, or just a fluke

I sit here alone on this bench
there is something written on it, may be its french
I look right, i look left
no sign of anything, not even a theft

Winds are blowing east to west
little twisters, mighty dustballs
walking around like its their home's living hall

The winds change its direction
and things soon settle down
the roads become clear
now one can drive back to town

But..there is still dust in the wind
there is still dust in your eyes

- kd