Ghosts

We are one,
We are nothing,
We are something,
We are none

Day has just changed the night.
Night has just put out the light.
Torn sheet of paper
Is lying on the desk of mine;
So many thoughts in my mind
Are asking to have a conclusion,
Are looking forward to a fusion.
Writing down every thought -
Trying to figure whether they
Fit the feelings or not…

Once I had a thought,
A single little thought
On how it is, how it was
On how it will be.
This single thought affected me
How I see the people which surround
And walk by me.
Single thought, you see
Affects so badly me,
But has it happened on a purpose?
Or was it a fantasy becoming real?

Chasing ghosts I’ve been,
Oh so many things I’ve seen:
Without purpose there’s no life,
Without fear you can never be afraid,
Without love you’ll never know bout hate,
There’s no progression without pain,
There’s no regretion, without confession,
There’s no storm without rain,
Which you cannot tame,
Pouring down on you
Instead of ground.
What I want you to do
Is under any way, within any day
Don’t you ever, Don’t you never -
Listen to a fake prophet.
Don’t you ever, Don’t you never –
Listen to a lost poet.

We are one,
We are nothing,
We are none
We are everything