Through Time

        


Sometimes my mind
wanders off
behind my eyes
to places once
alive since died
covered in moss
this is our time
assigned from lost .


I haunt the past
a flying ghost I am half mast
do you remember
I came through to you
the last night of December
a year past 1992 .


Well now I am for real
I am all you've never seen
life once so small
is a big deal
I'll haunt the halls of where
you  feel .