Faces

I see faces in the darkness,
Ones that aren't really there.
They move with the particles,
Emotionless with air.
Why do I see you faces?
What could you possibly mean?
I'm sure others can see you.
I'm sure they're just as keen.
I know that you aren't real,
You're just made up of light and dust.
But I'm human, and doubt swim...
I need a purpose, for it I lust.
What if you are more than this?
You could be people from the past?
Why have you chosen me?
To show up too at last.
I know that you're just dust.
I just wish you could be more.
But that's human nature for you.
Curiosity that's most pure.
©Odd