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. Oh, ho, ho.
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.”– Kansas, 1978.
Today the streets of Auckland Central were at a stand still as fire and black smoke engulfed the blue sky.
Passers by including myself looked on in awe and took pictures as the roof of the Skycity Convention Centre went up in flames.
There is a raging and unstoppable burning fire tonight.
Civil defence have issued an emergency alert to all mobile phones across the city. We are being told to stay indoors and away from the toxic smoke.
Tonight will be restless from some, as firefighters carry on through the night.
The fire burns on, hard and fast.