There are no ghosts on the static platform
To mark the pivot place where thoughts did form
No trail worn down to mark inspirations passing
Or any way to marvel at all norms they were surpassing
No visionary acuity to be remarked upon by latent hoards
Bent upon the profit margins your trial blazing such affords
Those less keen to  that instinctual drive you own
Left to wander aimlessly by arbitrary lack your  need to atone
By taking no stance , no ownership - those victories and defeats
May sow success and grow victories like flowers at your feat
To what avail if you fail and leave no trail of honest benediction
So honor the whims of chance, and circumstance take a stance
Where question and answer meet foregoing that need to dance
That now days seems so much a driving force by knowing
Wrong answers given are now scribed forever to be showing
No ghost then lives at that pivot point to mark where you turned
Those are not mistakes you find  fear of forever towing behind
They are the markers of the way you came to be....
               ...that you that you designed. !!