Ghost of the Past
Clear form walking amongst the shadows below
Tell me how to evoke the passion that has been lost within
Teach me the past principals that I lost so long ago
Do not fade from the advent of compassion causing chagrin
Translucent form, flow like sand through my fingers
Bestow upon me the knowledge that I had so many yesterdays ago
Enter my hands and find the passion that still lingers
And allow my hands to write as I did before my passion was sent below
Lucid form fight through the barriers of my consciousness
Reanimate these broken, dying hands and teach them once more
Forgive me for allowing myself to be engulfed by my blindness
Shower me with the talent that I had held before
Shadowed form of my dreams—reveal you to me
Drag me to the crossroads of my demise
Set me lose, unchain me, set me free
Unbound me within the clouds and from the ashes I shall arise
Blurred form walking across my sight
Why do you continually drag me to my end?
To believe that someday we shall both be one with the light
With my insanity blossoming where you and I blend
Vague form growing within my dying hope
I’m running free from the bonds you create
My hands have been tied with your imprecise rope
Ghost of my past—continually you deviate
Hazy form dancing to the beat of my hand
No longer do I require your work upon my mind
Float away like the waves floating to another land
No longer am I living unbearably blind
Opaque form of my past—I have seen through your charade
That which once broke what I held within
In this reality, there is no reason why I shan’t allow you to fade
This reflection you create upon the confines of my skin
Empty form of my past—look away from the sun
No longer are my words allowing such a sacred thing to be degraded
Ghost floating along the waves of my mind--your insurrection is done
Clear form walking in the shadow below, finally, your form has faded.
Tell me how to evoke the passion that has been lost within
Teach me the past principals that I lost so long ago
Do not fade from the advent of compassion causing chagrin
Translucent form, flow like sand through my fingers
Bestow upon me the knowledge that I had so many yesterdays ago
Enter my hands and find the passion that still lingers
And allow my hands to write as I did before my passion was sent below
Lucid form fight through the barriers of my consciousness
Reanimate these broken, dying hands and teach them once more
Forgive me for allowing myself to be engulfed by my blindness
Shower me with the talent that I had held before
Shadowed form of my dreams—reveal you to me
Drag me to the crossroads of my demise
Set me lose, unchain me, set me free
Unbound me within the clouds and from the ashes I shall arise
Blurred form walking across my sight
Why do you continually drag me to my end?
To believe that someday we shall both be one with the light
With my insanity blossoming where you and I blend
Vague form growing within my dying hope
I’m running free from the bonds you create
My hands have been tied with your imprecise rope
Ghost of my past—continually you deviate
Hazy form dancing to the beat of my hand
No longer do I require your work upon my mind
Float away like the waves floating to another land
No longer am I living unbearably blind
Opaque form of my past—I have seen through your charade
That which once broke what I held within
In this reality, there is no reason why I shan’t allow you to fade
This reflection you create upon the confines of my skin
Empty form of my past—look away from the sun
No longer are my words allowing such a sacred thing to be degraded
Ghost floating along the waves of my mind--your insurrection is done
Clear form walking in the shadow below, finally, your form has faded.