Clouded judgment,
I can not sleep,
So confused,
I dare note peek,
Out of the corner of my eyes I see,
Who’s this,
When and why,
Oh this must be me.
A disfigured reminiscent,
Of what is,
What was,
And what shall be.

A mirror image,
No it is a reflection,
But that of the past,
It seems,
It is,
Life has caught up at last,
What’s this,
Not here,
How can this be.

The shinning sun is beaming down,
A shadow I can see,
Oh me,
Oh me,
What can it be,
A reflection of a shadow is all I see.
The faces of my past,
The faces decree,
At last,
At last,
I have been living in the past,
But now my soul is free.

You see I am a ghost,
I am not like you,
A body I have none,
But if by chance I’m seen don’t run,
For like you a spirit I have one,
And I can be your tutor,
Of my past,
my present,
And your future.