Like A Ghost

Take a stand and let me know Which direction we shall go, A nearer time than today Shall not again come our way... Hearts be true, yet, hands be still, Paralyzed, they wait until The moments have all but passed, Few in reach are left to grasp... Like a ghost crept out at night Moaning still his weary plight Haunts the chambers where he lived The life he spent unfulfilled... The vapors of something lost Into composition tossed, Makes this unnatural ghost, A most disconsolate host... I fear that's what's left of me, An unrepairable deficiency, Truth cannot be falsified, Somewhere-it appears, In full bloom and more sincere...