Pieces of us

GHOSTHOUSE

I was a wandering mess

And I had to rebuild myself

But I lacked instructions

And the good construction materials

I mismatched the pieces

That I had to put together

Thus I was left with a few leftovers

I had no idea of how to dispose

Then I forgot to switch on the lights

So, here I lay in the darkness

With ugly empty chairs

Awaiting for the sits to be taken

Or the music to stop calling for

Lost frequencies and pieces of hearts