The Ghosts of my past.

November 26th, 2009-Confusion Is Delusion.

I spin in hopeless circles,

Looking for answers to this question.

I find nothing to pertain, but love.

And I hide my own discretion.

I look at my dirt covered hands,

I glance at the mirror, to see my reflection.

I don’t see who I am, but instead a mirage;

Pointing me in a different direction.

So where have I landed, from my flight?

In a patch of thorns, I seem to be.

They call this life, but I just laugh.

It so happens, that I disagree.

Who have you been, in previous life,

Were you the beating heart of a fire?

I don’t even know who you are now.

Something I cannot admire.

What you have to say to me;

Lacks compassion, is disaster.

Within your own words, your kingdom falls.

To yourself, your cruel lyrics plaster.