Ghost

Ghost

I’ve walked all these halls before
Like deja vu and so much more
I haunt lonely fields and sad trails
I see where I have always failed

It’s all black and white to me
Shimmering images are all I see
Yesterday’s experiences reflected
Life that wasn’t yet perfected

Where was I a year ago?
I’m so caught up I don’t know
My life now I make of the most
To last week I’m only a ghost

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