In a dusting spree

This is dedicated to the MICA days

Right now I am in a dusting spree
The room that never belonged to me
Friends who did not know my name
Somethings that I never found
And someone whom I wished around
Right now I am in a dusting spree
The luggage that brought me here
The trousers and the new wrist gear
That trousers that don’t fit me now
I am clearing the dust somehow

The paths and the rusted leaves
The broken moon and the night so deep
Fluttering and the whispers aloud
I want them around
But, right now I am in a dusting spree
On the lane that takes me home
There is no one to come along
Different lanes for all of us
And still we walk without a fuss
And then sometimes I turn to see
If that home belongs to me
It is dust and mist that’s all I got
And I clean it without a word.

Right now I am in a dusting spree
I dust it to make it shine a bit
I dust it to make it mine a bit
But the flying dust makes me blind
I wonder if I shall ever find
The lane that takes me back in time
To the friends who now know my name
The place that gave me un-named fame
And I will dust it, as I am in a dusting spree
To get the feelings that belonged to me.

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