Myths Spread Thin Poem by Ghost Legend

Night turns to day
Day swallows the night
And I heard them say
It's not over pride
Where's my friend today?
Busy, everyone's busy in life
Can't stop for someone, no courtesy to say hi.

I'm not a collector, like them,
But I suffer their vengeance.
A life of clothes, hair and makeup
I'm the loner in a corner feeling loathsome
As they're always on, typing off
For someone else.

So we move on, hoping for
A life of meaning.
It's not the same
When there's no one here.
No one to speak to,
No one hears
A friend is a myth too
Often spread thin