Look in the mirror for the ghosts of who we were, <br />Look for the signs, and hang on every word, <br />When did we go from the sherpard, <br />To being the herd? <br /> <br />Its smoky in your eyes <br />That you use as your disguise, <br />Its how you hold back the pain, <br />And keep the blood pumping through your viens. <br /> <br />Look to the sky for the lives of our past, <br />In the times when we all traveled fast, <br />How did we go from being the future, <br />To being lost in the past. <br /> <br />Your empty eyes decieve you, <br />And the memories wont heal you, <br />No time for dreaming, to bring back the hurt, <br />Of the ghosts of who we were. <br />Now the rain is falling, <br />And the wind has stopped calling, <br />The skeletons we hide under our beds, <br />Are the memories we thought, we'd never forget. <br /> <br />We look in the mirror to find our lust, <br />And to find when we lost our trust, <br />How did we go from the top of the world, <br />Back down to dust.<br /><br />Blaine McCanless<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-ghosts-of-who-we-were/
