If I think too much, nothing comes to mind. These days and years keep flying by leaving unfinished goals and discarded dreams at the wayside of another time when I was unaware with blind confidence. Tonight I see with lazy eyes, pick up the pen, turn away from the television trance, tonight is the night to begin again and put things right, fill these pages, get back on track, and then it subsides, what was the point anyway? Maybe another day, I’ll start again, when the time is right, when the time is right, when the time is right.
I’ve seen them in thoughts, when silence cancels out noise and focus remains inside, they come back to me as they were in childhood when family was a simple concept and friends were easy to find. Ghosts of the living haunt more frequently than the dead.