Just dust

Don't pay the rent;
sing to the landlord
silhouetted against the sunset
to the rythm of a tango.
Much, much later
chocolate kisses
are supremely unimportant.
We no longer need our names.
Surely now I know
why sleep feels so good.

Just as we are about
to give up everything,
I know there's no such thing
as heaven or hell.
And you start explaining
why you're here.
I once dreamed about
the theory of creationism.
But I admit all you is
just dust in the wind.