There’s no doubt I must be a ghost I possess a lonesome body that walks without a soul I’m an entity that walks around, who goes backwards and forwards through emotions Emotions that a broken mind can’t understand I try my best to keep up with the inertia of this world I get up almost everyday, I do what others do I eat what others eat, I fall in love like no others In a ghost way, I fell in love with flowers and clouds And I fell in love with the rising sun over a mountain I fell in love with the last light in the sky before the night comes I fell in love with the morning song of a bluebird I fell in love with the waves dancing on the sea I’m basically a freak ghost who falls in love at every step it takes I’m definitely a weird ghost, The kind of ghost which beautiful souls falls for The kind of ghost that poets loves.