I’m not stardust.
I don’t sparkle. I’m not made of the magical stuff from far off and distant places.
I’m made of ordinary dust. The dust that is below my feet.
I’m made of the stuff that this earth is made of. I’m a part of that cycle.
My essence is not connected with something far from here, but right here.
I’m not stardust. I’m regular dust.
I am dust, and it is to this dust that I shall return.