A ghost rider never to be understood,
Never to be seen touched or heard from,
A puzzle not solved

A mean way to say an angel has disappeared
Goodbye cruel world back to the never ending abyss of self
I am only your mirror

A glass house made of steel, a pretty site to see but no where near
Nowhere in site and a scattered thought of deception is what's real

If I spoke to soon say something, I believe I have waited long enough..
Stood inside of muddy waters waiting on the muck to dry up
The sun is coming

A ghost rider without a horse.. No stallion or saddle
No shoes no shirt...
He is wild

Hello beautiful world, stay for a while