As Dust Becomes Me

The will is always there
Telling me what I should do
As is the want, the need
But I’ll never follow through

The door remains open
Slowly guiding the way
And I’ll sit and I’ll stare
Knowing here is where I’ll stay

You’re always checking on me
Trying, urging me to move
But, deep down I know
I’ve nothing left to prove

My life is gone
All the love is too
I’ll sit through the motions
Until death comes anew.