Lonely Ghost

Sometimes I wonder
Wander..
My mind in the clouds
While I wander
Wonder..
Fallen to the crowds
While I wonder
Wander..

Why am I here?
Hear..
My ears filled with sounds
I cannot hear
Here..
My body's undergrounds
I cannot be here
Hear..

I was not allowed
Aloud..
Now my soul's turned to mist
I want to talk aloud
Allowed..
The things I wanted in a list
I want to be allowed
Aloud..

I am simply bored
Board..
No one can hear my knock
On this wooden board
Bored..
Listen to the tick-tock of the clock
On this spirit-world bored
Board..

I walk, there's not a creak
Creek..
I walk across these floorboards, I feel like
I should be haunting a house or creek
Creak..
I wish, I wish I could be heard, like
I should be making a sound, a creak
Creek..