A Dream
My ghostly apparition pondered empty ambition,
and the longing for material goods.
As I stood profoundly on the ground,
I cared not of my death and fear not of what yet is to come.
My earthly body imprisonment could hold me no longer
As my spirit gleamed to be free at last!
My only desire – To warmly embrace a familiar face
and tell them
Everything is not as it seems.
It all seems so trivial, when you become a ghost of a dream.
Posted Sep 5, 2016, 8:10 AM UTC
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