The Atrium

Ghosts of the Night Sky

I feel low

and over thinking about possibilities 

listening to music for comfort

work needs to be done but easily distracted

I feel dislocated and yearn for a connection

Drifting easily as if in the undertow

Life is like space

You can see everything

but can't reach and touch

stars burn so

but they mostly likely been dead for years

In contrast I know I am alive

I know I shine now

but am I living?

There is a world out there for me

but I haven't reached for it

I doubt if I have the ability

Some times like a star

my fuel burns out

and gravity wins the fight

A void is created

and no light escapes its grasp

i bag for a hand

but risk pulling them in

They still see the burning bright star

but they are seeing the delay

They are fooled by the distance we have

between us, between us

This star is already dead

Just another ghost in the sky

Just another ghost in the sky.