Ghostwriter In the Sky
I see flowers scattered in an unkempt garden
A beautiful mess, I must beg your pardon
How do I identify with this, Lord and Master?
This evocative catastrophe, this gorgeous disaster
There is much I know I don't know
Life is as such in the ebb and flow
So many things I know nothing about
Yet so little I disbelieve or totally doubt
As I gaze into the empty abyss
I see flutters of color and moments of bliss
As the abyss stares back into me
I wonder what it thinks it sees
My crystal ball says "signs point to no"
I have shaken it many times and it's always so
My magnum opus will be my swan song
and the onus is on me to not do it wrong
My autobiography was written by a ghost writer
My calligraphy written by the hand of a pale rider
Not worrying, not wondering, and not losing heart
Not scurrying, not blundering, and doing my part
Pondering the cosmos and contemplating fate
Re-working my ethos and embracing the wait
Copyright © Trey Hamner | Year Posted 2018
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