Imagine a ghost 
in your life 
and it’s you 
imagine walking through 
around and over 
others always pretending 
just to avoid 
being there maybe 
not maybe so 
not really living 
more like that 
one long last
breath before all
others sadly end 
and then like 
that body quake 
right before sleep 
you wake up 
and suddenly realize
that not a
ghost am I 
but only a 
child who’s frightened 
and on you 
go living again 
in this afterlife 

If I knew 
how I’d say 
but who knows 
love really anyway
it found me
in every way 
who knows love 
in this day
is it real 
or just play
oh this thing 
called love stay
don’t run away 

Discover a passion 
any passion that 
fulfills a part
of you find
a purpose any
purpose that gives 
you pleasure embrace 
your happiness first 
any happiness that 
brings you joy 

If I were
a photograph what
would I show 
if I were 
a gift what 
would I give 
if I were
a book what 
would I say 
if I were 
you what would 
you take away

I have already 
the things that 
most will do 
the chucking overboard 
to lighten load 
thing about that
though is this 
what’s thrown can’t 
ever be found
or fixed but
it is as
it was except 
to someone else