One Day your ghost wont tame My visibity-
for then you will be Dust on solid ground .
a faded Relief! ,

I wont trim my eager

, Il silence my scorn. You’ll be smuggled by words - Finding  the escape to win me over.

by then Il troll the wind .

pulling your sarcastic gesture is another lie in a jar of excuses  .

Exhausting my inner swiftness.