A man stands by the side of the road
Pouring black coffee in his eyes
I should have kept on driving
But I stopped and asked him why why why
"I have a soft spot in my forehead
Where the bad thoughts roll right in
A Leviticus kiss"
He continued
Gemmed by a lifetime of sin
"You would never understand my ghosts
They make me tell everyone their names"
In the shadow of man I could have become
I was humbled by the strength of my own ghosts
Shark sandwiches
Always on my mind
She said she would tickle my chin
If I paid her for the time
A Photograph
A Broken path on
A lake front shore
I know what I lost
But I don't need it anymore
Reactions
Are
Automatic
Hammer and a nail
Regrets are automatic and mine are mine
I'm ok living with my
Ghosts
Regrets are automatic and mine are mine
I'm ok living with my
Ghosts
So full of doubt
So much to prove
Tried way to hard
Rather than lose
Young and dated
Or old and jaded
You decide when you know
Tell me
What is home
If it's not full of ghosts
