Ghosts

Behind the masks of ambiguity We slowly start to feel We search throughout ourselves Screaming genuine and real Music tinkles throughout our world Pleading subconcious to finally kneel We can only stand alone so long Reach out, grasp, and heal Take my hand, claim it quick We'll stand ripped together We reek of symbiotic advantages Comfortable as we get better Slowly step, dance with me Soon it will be over We'll huddle close, find our mouths This will be our next adventure This is for you. You know, I wish I had never changed it. But the important thing is that it is back, right? I hope so. Here's to never changing it again.