Tailing off in the distance
another me,
my existence.
Illusion it could be in
more life than I can't see.

In the air
I am here while I
peer over there and I wonder
where it is,
that the sage made a plan to
tell me who
I am.

Tailing off in the distance
I disappear,
am I here?

If someone is holding my hand in the ghostland
and I look into the eyes of the mirror that
constantly spies on my soul,
will it show the fading of me?
The whole story,
my life,
ignominy?

As I tail off in the distance I
look back to see.