FROM ALONE DUST TO A BEE

I used to be dust, as dust I’d give me.
I was used to dreaming away to be.
Blowing me, the dust, further away.
And getting off my face those ashtrays.
Fool in pain, moving on, no delay.
Loosen knot in me and the knot has gone.
A knot tied and stuck do not fly as drone.
Cut the knot and gone do not fell alone.
Oh! Vile knot, in my soul it gave me.
In my solitude I couldn’t get along for free.
I was suffering alone curved on my knee.
Brush the dust from me, do not let it be.
Undoing the knot, alone I started to knock.
On each neighbor door, becoming a rock.
Not a silly pity if I went away on a truck.
No more dust falling on my white hair.
I untied the knot, so tired wishing a chair.
Blowing the dust much further there.
On the highway I got along bit by bit.
No more vile knots in my soul I swore it.
Alone dust is past I became free.
Moving ahead flower to flower as a bee.