rivers run through rock and stone
souls pass through flesh and bone
i suffocate as i reach out to scream
as the current drags me down stream
it was you; always you i would see
dreams of a light yearning to be
to pass through the bars and wooden frame
to give illumination to my greatest shame
give me a year- 50 weeks more
and i would cross to your side of the shore
you stopped and stared to wave and smile
yet here i stand twisting ever while
death means nothing to an empty heart
but its the ones who were dead from the start
who seem to linger and shiver and last
dragging you under into waters past
i reach out i scream in vain
and you look on and see me; plain
i am nothing
i am dust
but this is a world where in dust we must trust
so i'll burn every bridge and sink every ship
and i'll make believe that this did not exist
and i'll laugh a bitter call as the masts begin to roast
the call of a man who's been chasing ghosts