Look in the mirror for the ghosts of who we were,
Look for the signs, and hang on every word,
When did we go from the sherpard,
To being the herd?
Its smoky in your eyes
That you use as your disguise,
Its how you hold back the pain,
And keep the blood pumping through your viens.
Look to the sky for the lives of our past,
In the times when we all traveled fast,
How did we go from being the future,
To being lost in the past.
Your empty eyes decieve you,
And the memories wont heal you,
No time for dreaming, to bring back the hurt,
Of the ghosts of who we were.
Now the rain is falling,
And the wind has stopped calling,
The skeletons we hide under our beds,
Are the memories we thought, we'd never forget.
We look in the mirror to find our lust,
And to find when we lost our trust,
How did we go from the top of the world,
Back down to dust.
Blaine McCanless
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghosts-of-who-we-were/
