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Illusions of a lost soul
Why do I feel like a part of me ,
Is wandering like a lost soul
That has lost its home ,
Whenever I think of it .
I hear voices calling on me ,
At every bend I turn .
I seem to see ghosts ,
Of people of old .
It all feels surreal .
I keep trying to reach ,
For something I can't touch .
It feels like torcher :
To hear but not respond ,
To see but not touch .
Memories play back ,
Like a video set on replay .
It goes on and on and on ,
With no forseable end in sight .
Am I going crazy ,
Seeing things with the '3rd eye'
Hearing things with the 'spiritual ears '
But alas I silently drift in a lonely sea .
Is wandering like a lost soul
That has lost its home ,
Whenever I think of it .
I hear voices calling on me ,
At every bend I turn .
I seem to see ghosts ,
Of people of old .
It all feels surreal .
I keep trying to reach ,
For something I can't touch .
It feels like torcher :
To hear but not respond ,
To see but not touch .
Memories play back ,
Like a video set on replay .
It goes on and on and on ,
With no forseable end in sight .
Am I going crazy ,
Seeing things with the '3rd eye'
Hearing things with the 'spiritual ears '
But alas I silently drift in a lonely sea .
Published 6th Nov 2014
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