you twist and turn on threads of silk
in and out
back and forth
weaving a pattern of despair
chasing ghosts
reaching and striving
just beyond your grasp
as you chase ghosts beyong your reach
faded images and blurred memories
as if just yesterday
today you chase ghosts long gone and best forgotten
a pattern of despair
these threads of silk
this woven walk-thru of your life
chasing ghosts
reach beyond and inside
realize you are simply chasing ghosts
no more self inspection
no more self deception
accept and embrace yourself
no more exceptions
chasing ghosts
a pattern not of your own creation
no more exceptions, deceptions and inspections
simply accept these reflections
a mirror image of truth as you chase ghosts
this woven pattern does not serve you
or does it?
reflections of who you are
who you were
images of ghosts
if not now, when?