Ever feel like a ghost?
You're sort of there
Much less than most
You drift in and out
Existing between worlds
Playing with shadows of doubt
You're just mist
Can't make a mark
Want to play in the sun
Only visible in the dark
You want to stay
The wind blows you away
You come back
Things are not the same way
Everything is grey
You watch what once was stone
Slowly change to clay
You want to speak
But you can't say
A thing
Because you're a ghost