It crawls and disappears Like the ghost of spring, Whose presence can be felt in the sneeze, It appears But it can't be seen. It grows and expands. It is polluted. If you give in, it will pollute your mind And leave behind Fragments of the cranium That once encompassed your grey matter. It could shatter The dreams that inhibit your imagination Or corrupt them into nightmares That could live in your head rent free. Like an apparition, It will haunt you, Trick you, Torment you, Taunt you. Only if you give in.
So,
Reject the fate The one it shows you The one that teaches you hate And fills your heart With fear, resentment and fury. Reject this vile apparition That corrupts your imagination, This ghost of Spring Who can't be seen Dancing with chaos Inside your mind Only to leave fragments of dreams Shattered behind.
So, cut its roots Let it bleed through its branches The chaos inside your mind will halt Save your dreams And when the Ghost of Spring screams In pain And in agony
Reject it. Reject the fate It shows you The one that teaches you hate And fills your heart With fear, resentment and fury.