Solitude, that is what it is,
I am a speck of sand grain,
Floating and flowing with the wind gust,
Would I fall down and become part of dirt,
Or would I hit something man made and become dust,
Whatever the fate, I am glad that I am insignificant,
Just a speck of grain floating in vain,
Without a source to trace,
Without a destination to reach,
I journey through this terrain aided by nature,
But I see people running away from my direction,
When I look around me, there are many others like me,
Forming a tornado working towards civilization,
Such is the fate, I am glad that I am significant,
Just a speck of grain floating in a natural disaster.