Ghost towns, ghost towns, everywhere.
Abandoned roads and sidewalks.
Run-down shops filled with invisible
customers, homes with no inhabitants.
Ghost towns, ghost towns, everywhere.
One homeless man roaming
the streets, picking up weeds
that were once blossoming flowers.
Ghost towns, ghost towns, everywhere.
Two lovers slumbering on the road.
No worries, there are no
cars anywhere near.
Ghost towns, ghost towns, everywhere.
Three little girls twirl around, skirts
flying in the powerful wind.
"Ring around the rosie,
a pocket full of posies.."
Their voices grow faint
and suddenly, they are no longer in sight.
Ghost towns, ghost towns, everywhere.
I wake up, and
all of them have disappeared.
Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 6:15 PM UTC
Ghost towns, ghost towns, everywhere.
Abandoned roads and sidewalks.
Run-down shops filled with invisible
customers, homes with no inhabitants.
Ghost towns, ghost towns, everywhere.
One homeless man roaming
the streets, picking up weeds
that were once blossoming flowers.
Ghost towns, ghost towns, everywhere.
Two lovers slumbering on the road.
No worries, there are no
cars anywhere near.
Ghost towns, ghost towns, everywhere.
Three little girls twirl around, skirts
flying in the powerful wind.
"Ring around the rosie,
a pocket full of posies.."
Their voices grow faint
and suddenly, they are no longer in sight.
Ghost towns, ghost towns, everywhere.
I wake up, and
all of them have disappeared.
D.K
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