Sometimes we feel like a ghosts
Incomprehensible to believe
If only someone could depict,
they might uncover an answer,
but none show any evidence,
to the sorry nonbeliever
Only fools in this world of chaos,
are what we ask them to be
Life, give me just one answer
If I speak, will my words fly away with the wind?
Can you place them upon my lover's heart
so he knows the meaning of this breath?
Irresolute to certainty,
keeps my mind unsettled
It keeps my heart loosely sewn,
without a back-stitch to hold
Sometimes I am merely a ghost
and I ache to feel emotion, yet feel only to ache
But, if only I could depict this notion,
I might find the answer lies within truth










