Disclaimer: I own nothing! You already know who Invader Zim belongs too, and the song Dust in the Wind belongs to Kansas. I'm very new to songfics, so go easy on me

It was night. Almost morning, four in the morning to be exact. Almost everyone in the city was asleep in their beds. Emphasis on almost. A small figure stood on the roof of a his house, a tiny black silhouette on the moon on Earth. Zim was out of his disguise, but he didn't notice at the time, and if he did he wouldn't have cared, for something else occupied his mind. His neck stretched as his head tilted back staring into the deep bright regions of the stars taking in the night air

I close my eyes,
only for a moment
and the moment's gone

He groaned and put his head in his gloved hands and shut his eyes tightly. How could he have missed it? How on Irk could he miss that trick they had played on him. It was right in front of him all along. He only stopped paying attention for one second, the second when he had been given another chance.

All my dreams, pass before
my eyes a curiosity

Yes. That was what blinded him. His joy at his Tallest trusting and believing in him again had rendered him blind. He had been so full of joy at a chance to bring doom only two weeks ago…now it was only a memory… He still remembered what he'd seen in his mind's eye when he first set foot on this little dirt-rock of a planet. A great vision of a world completely dominated, the inhabitants put to good use and the once useless rock thriving with prosperity; a proud badge on the glorious vest of the Irken Empire.

Dust in the wind, All we
are is dust in the wind

Now he could almost see his dreams crumble to soft powder and softly blow away in the soft Earthen air never to be seen, spoken, or thought of ever again. Lost forever in the bottomless pool of broken dreams.

Same old song, just a drop
of water in an endless sea

Zim's crimson eyes opened and saw the city in the distance and for once truly wondered about the humans in that city. So many successful people chatting their lives away, not even noticing what surrounded them. He remembered when he and GIR traveled to the city, they had seen many look at them oddly, which he at first took as awe of his amazing power. Now he knew. They were other failures. People that had set out to make a true difference in the world, to have true purpose and to be smacked down my the harsh hand of fate. And…now that he thought of it, those humans..the poorest and most saddest of all didn't look at him oddly, but as though he were their brother. And in a way he was. He was just another once optimistic failure in a never-ending collective of other failures. Someone who the world would never know. Someone who had true potential lost, to be seen again.

All we do, crumbles to the
ground though we refuse
to see

Zim plopped down onto the roof, forcing his body to slide down the slanted roof a bit. He'd heard of this scenario dozens of times before in skool. Bitters was fond of explaining all the once great empires that dominated the earth crumble and fall so fast that no one even had time to blink. Great civilizations that once held the world in awe of it's might and beauty. Egypt, Rome, Greece, all once the richest in the land now not even a memory. Irken empire would fall to the same fate. Nothing left but ruins of a former paradise. Of course such a thought had never crossed his mind and unlikely it had crossed any irken's for Irk was invincible and would never die. But then…he had once felt like that, unbeatable, unstoppable. If he could fall and crumble in a blink of an eye, so could Irk.

Dust in the wind, All we
are is dust in the wind

And who's to say that anyone will be remembered? In that sea of stars up there is there really a purpose for what we do? Or are we all just unimportant specks of dust to be flicked away? He thought to himself.

Don't hang on, nothing
lasts forever but the
earth and sky

"Hey ZIM! I see you up there and whatever you've got planned won't work!" Zim's antennae lifted as he heard the sound of the Dib child from the roof of his own house. Someone yelled and threw something and the boy "booted" off. He smiled sadly to himself. Silly human. I wonder when you will learn of my sham of a conquest? Will you go on to another task, sit in depression that you gave all that work for nothing, or will you refuse to accept it and continue to peruse me? That was certainly something he would not do. He had sat in his base for the past two weeks trying desperately to convince himself that this was all a bad dream, a mistake, a miscalculation, something! He clung on with desperate claws as if pleading for fate not to cast him this final stone.

It slips away, all your
money won't another
minute buy

"I can't believe it's all gone…" They were the first words out of his mouth in fourteen days. Yes. It was gone. But how he would have given anything for it not to be so. For his mission to be real, for acceptance. He would have ripped off his very limbs, torn out his squeakily-spooch with his bare hands, and fed them to the rats of Blortch for him to ever harbor the illusion that he had a reason for being.

Dust in the wind, All we
are is dust in the wind

A light shined on the roof tile behind him. GIR strode up to his master cautiously. He had never seen Master so sad before and that made him sad too. Zim lifted an arm to shoo him away so he could be alone with his thoughts..but decided not to. The small robot sat beside him and held a muffin to his face "Want some Master?" Zim sighed and took a small bite of the muffin and GIR climbed on his lap staring him in the face "Do that make you feel happy master?" He looked back at the SIR staring up at him with bright aqua eyes so full of naiveté. You don't even remember Irk do you GIR? You just know Earth. I don't know if you even know anything at all…you don't have these sad thoughts..only dull bliss. How I envy you GIR.

Zim lifted his hand and patted him on his little tin head "Yes GIR. That makes me happy"