Ghosts of past creeping through the floor like a tethered memory you cannot shake,
Echoes from the past that ripple through time
Like a stone cast aloft into a perfect midnight pond,
Regret is a cold shudder that pulses down your spine, like the tingle that you get when a ghost whispers in your ear,
The past is set lay paved in stone to an artist we call life,
But the futures still a riddle that is pondered here by all,
A puzzle that can break and twist and flip and fly and soar you high above, a puzzle that can beat and break and smash **** you straight into the mud,
Leap with care but soar with ease do not do not merely flutter, for life is gonna spoil you, one way or another...
Aug 13, 2019
Aug 13, 2019 at 12:53 PM UTC
Ghosts of past creeping through the floor like a tethered memory you cannot shake,
Echoes from the past that ripple through time
Like a stone cast aloft into a perfect midnight pond,
Regret is a cold shudder that pulses down your spine, like the tingle that you get when a ghost whispers in your ear,
The past is set lay paved in stone to an artist we call life,
But the futures still a riddle that is pondered here by all,
A puzzle that can break and twist and flip and fly and soar you high above, a puzzle that can beat and break and smash **** you straight into the mud,
Leap with care but soar with ease do not do not merely flutter, for life is gonna spoil you, one way or another...
An old one I found buried in my notes...
