When the Red Sun Rises
When the Blue Bird Sings
When the Alarm Clock, Ticking
Starts to Ring
When the Night Falls Away
and gives rise to the day
I’ll open my eyes
I’ll find a way
Head’s pounding, feet grounding me to the street
Butterflies flutter, I flex swift, I breathe
I harden my fists, I walk out determined
Head above all these sad little vermin
And out by the bus stop of hard knocks
Where once I waited
Thought I was fated
For something better than I can wait for
Some stormy weather
Not what I’ve fettered
But now I’m apathetic to making things better
Every day, they’re all the same
Each one a copy of yesterday
And I hope
I think
I pray
Sit on an imaginary boat
On this ivory coast
Breeze and heart in hand
For I am only a ghost

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"Ghost"
by ozjthomas

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