Slowly Ghostly

He's been flooding his brain with everything that is wrong with this world Illusions they hang upside down from the ceiling of his soul Holding on by threads the accumulating dust takes it's toll Memories of what he said changing his days and taking control These ghosts move so slow Now he just can't outrun this fire, so he's reaching for higher Towards a place beyond these wires where the goal is to hold on to poems And let the ropes float away, and embrace a slower pace in space and time Cities flooding with rain all across this jaded jackknifed world This institution of strain has him secured by stranglehold His ghosts move so unabashedly slow Slowly ghostly they go, and so it goes Have you ever been at the bottom of the danger zone where the fallen forgotten they get thrown out into the cold