I'm nothing, <br />no one, <br />just a speck on your floor. <br />When you do notice <br />that I'm there thriving, <br />surviving, <br />you don't realize me <br />as an entity; <br />you only deftly sweep me up <br />and try to get rid of me. <br />But I'll come back, <br />mark me, I will... <br />You cannot, <br />you will not, <br />conquer me forever. <br />I see you dancing around and <br />celebrating my death... <br />but heck, I'm dancing too <br />(and I even brought friends along) . <br />You'll keep sweeping me off <br />for as long as you can, <br />but each time you do, <br />you'll look down <br />and see more specks than ever.<br /><br />Ebone' Ingram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/revenge-of-the-dust-bunnies/
