Like a ghost I walked through these walls
People passes by without care
Invisible within the crowds
So tiny and So small I am from above
Hello Hello Hello
Are You Listening?
Can you see me?
Sigh..
No one.
Withering winds, blew me away
Yet, I have nowhere else to pursue
For the anchor has reached its' destination
This is the destiny
Wandering Ghost
Friday, June 10, 2005
Labels: lifebugs
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