Ghost of myself life’s been hard
Carry loads from the shop to my yard
Confused, well sometimes its so
Complicated, I really don’t know.
Reach out for just a little fun
Obsessed I am, that it might not come
Surface of the sea, it is beckoning me.
Maybe that is where I will be free.
Joke I do, what err you might think.
Luxury, a delight when the sky is pink
Paint from the sun as it doth sink.
Stubborn to admit that its day is done.
Praise for its light it makes life fun
Craving no more, for night it quells all.
Muse on my venture till sleep it doth call
Profound, I really, really do not know.
Apology, just the one, for now I must go.