These ghosts haunting my body,
I've asked them all to leave.
They've all but decided to stop,
all but one, that one is me.
I'm a ghost…happy as I can be
who can I haunt - who hasn't?
Haunted took up residence in me.
Who can I haunt - who hasn't?
Superseded all I could have been.
Fleet birds, my uncharted friends
sing, render what heaven lends
all her hapless, feathered friends.
Now I'm, weightless I wish I was
anchored more to the shore
undefined a little less defiled
but yet, I'm still just a child.
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