Ghosts of the Past

I travel the world through my mind I do not roam the earth Wondrous things I do find Since my untimely birth I walk the dark hallways Deep inside my head I’m followed there always By the footsteps of the dead I take a flight of fancy Here inside my brain And find that I am dancing With the insane What good can come from being still Remaining motionless Loss of power, dwindling will Dry, arid and oceanless Yet in the stillness I can hear A singular small voice One that tells me why I’m here And that I have a choice A choice is what I had Many years ago Before going mad Forgoing all that I know Ghosts of the past Cold and hollow I will not long last They know and they follow What ghost of the past you may ask? Remorse and regret They take me to task And do not allow me to forget It is said that the dead tell no tales But this is not so true The dead do gossip and never fail When haunting me or you Spirits, they can haunt your mind And they can haunt your home And over a very short length of time Turn it into c catacomb So in my mind I roam Over ancient lands and sea Far from the shores of home Where I long to be...