Ghosts Of Today
By sidewinder
Sitting here with a cup of coffee in hand, My vision is fading, I'm trying to reason out my last job, But only time shines like a distant star, Those who predict the future may see what is held only for me, And the ghosts of today haunt & howl for a dangerous situation, But I can't let that blind me, The winds of freedom release those bonds of reality, Trust the eyes of imagination, Open up a story to satisfy that need to dream, Purify your words and listen... Spirits will always bring the need. Sept. 7, 1996 Written March 2nd, 2002 © on Mar 02 2002 04:23 AM PST, Billy E. Whitehorn 0 • 10
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