Almost Ghostly

Understood I’m plain when I express myself, suffering when

I must censor myself for unknown reasons.

Anything wrong in this?

What’s the boundary between be real

And faithful to your soul and let things happen how they

Have to go? Between free will and destiny?

Feeling time flowing, perceiving life elapsing

Almost ghostly, blindness follows

Light comes from above

They sit on the branches waiting for the wind

Endangered

I will want passion, I want love

We are the centre, we came first

Murmur words of fire as we came first,

Before everybody, before all.

Almost ghostly, almost blur

Forever faithful to our souls

Almost ghostly, almost blur

The light is coming from above