Dust in Wind - lyrics
Artist: Kansas
I close my eyes, only for a moment, and the
moment's gone
All my dreams, pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the
wind.
Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless
Sea
All we do, crumbles to the ground, though we
refuse to see
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
[Now] Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but
the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another
minute buy.
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
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The Dead Man stood at the foot of the ramp. He
was doing the walk for the
last time. He closed his eyes and sighed deeply.
He opened his eyes and
again stared at the ramp. How many times in his
career he had walked that
ramp? Twenty thousand? More? The air at the
stadium was at full blast, and
that reminded him the very first time he walked
that ramp more than a decade
ago. He had to portray a creature of the
underworld, someone aloof, cold,
with no feelings whatsoever, with nerves of
steel. His character had evolved
in a decade of destruction, to be more human,
still somewhat invincible, but
more like the man behind the character. From the
leader of "The Creatures of
the Night", with long black hair, and black hat,
to a biker from hell with
short auburn hair, and a bandana hiding the
receding hair.
He began to walk up the ramp. All the changes in
his career paraded before
him. When he trained in the Von Erich camp, when
he used the mask, the
beret, the black clothes, the biker clothes. Now
he would wear clothes like
common mortals do.
How to forget the different storylines? When he
was invincible, and with
only the mention of his name, his opponents would
freeze in terror. The
betrayals, the championships, the tag teams, the
turns from heel to face, to
face to heel, and over and over again, "The Man
that Walks with the Angels",
"The Ministry", the bikes, Kane.
How he wished that he could continue to do this
thing that he loved so much,
but this sport, this entertainment, had taken his
toll. Five years ago he
could have beaten so easily the rookie with an
amazing body, and face of a
child; so easily...
While he walked the ramp he could hear the fans.
Some asking him to stay,
other saying goodbye, and a lot few others saying
good riddance, but the
majority the respect that he deserved.
He took another breath and kept walking, he was
in the middle of the ramp by
now. Many times he had wondered what it would be
like when he retired. Now
it was that time, and was walking out for the
last time. He also had
wondered how the people would remember him, and
his legacy. Now seeing and
not seeing all those faces gave him a small
measure of that, and a tiny
smile formed on his lips. He was satisfied.
From now on he would be home with the woman that
he loved, their child, his
bikes; and once in a while appearances, autograph
signings, to do once or
twice color commentary at the announcers table.
At last he was at the stage, behind him the fans
paying their their
respects, and his legend; in front of him the
Titantron, and behind the
curtains a group of the guys had gathered too.
Hunter, Kane, Brock, Show,
even Mick and Rock were there too. Beyond all
this was home, the family and
friends that he had learned to cherish all those
times that he was away from
them.
A video paying tribute flashed before him in the
gigantic screen. He shot
his eyes knowing that nothing would ever be the
same again. This was the
very last time.
He opened them, and saw the space between him and
the curtain, between the
character and the man. A space that from now on
would exist forever. In the
long moment when the Undertaker existed in stage
before the fans, for the
last time he stopped and raised his hand in
salute. Then he was gone.
The End
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