I chased ghosts all that summer
Between the breaking bars
Carrying the tune to the daily rhythm
They supplied the lyrics
Sometimes
When all the world was in a line
And I was at a loss
They were kindred spirits of a kind
Rich and full of the life they lost
I chased them with the spark of youth
Till I too was lost.
Sunday, October 10, 2010
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