The Inconsequential

I was originally going to post something about a little fight I had with my sister but was too lazy to write it out in all its details so I decided to write a poem instead. Ya like?

Like a fluttering speck of dust, writhing in the air, twisting and turning in the spotlight.
Like a dream on the brink of consciousness, swaying this way and that is its fight.
Like sparkling eyes holding back emotions, while bright tears sting inside.
Like a thought so surrendered, its heartbeat subsides.

With a heart full of passion, its emotions burning,
with a force so resounding, waterfalls flowing,
With a breath full of life, a runner's call,
With a piercing voice, the morning adhan; the sun falls.

As the twilight silences the night --
As the moon crawls out with all its might --
As the stars succumb to the lights --
While the Inconsequential lies.