Sometimes, it seems, the world looks bleak
-Devoid of love and kindness,
And people find it hard to speak
With fair words and politeness,

So I take solace in being alone,
In a nice secluded spot,
Where I can find my comfort zone,
And remember those forgot.

It seems they’re always on my mind
-They invade my every dream,
It’s in this place I feel I find
What COULD be, not what’s been.

A world in which I stand aside
Is not the one I choose,
But, still, I hypocritacly confide
In cigarettes and *****.

“Just relax!”, they seem to say
“And live as best you can!
Just make sure that you’re okay,
THEN help your fellow man.”

I see the wisdom in those words,
And yet I can’t help feeling
The words of ghosts my memory herds,
And packs from floor to ceiling.

The ghosts that visit say they are
Not from past or present day,
But sad omens of the future,
Who beg me; “Please;- Don’t go this way!”