A Ghost in a River of the Living
Im a ghost in a river of the living
Their minds are corrupt with the need
To be perfect
To fit in among the rest, to uphold their
Social standings
And to reach the highest rank of the
Social hierarchy, of which only the Best
Can succeed
Their life is consumed
And their vision is blurred.
I am often swept into the
Swift and aggressive current,
Tumbling and thrashing,
Trying to hold on to
Anything that allows me to belong.
And once I get tired,
And my body goes weak,
I stop tumbling and thrashing,
Trying to hold on to
Anything that allows me to belong.
The fog suddenly clears and
All is now calm.
The pressure subsides.
I can finally breathe.
Im a ghost in a river of the living
The world from which I was stuck in
Was never the reality
It was all an act, a game
Where people were forced to play
Or suffer in the thought of
Loosing all they had worked for
Now I see far beyond that world.
I am content and value my freedom.
I don't wish to go back
The charades consume their life.
They consumed mine.
But the fish prey on what is
Not accepted.
I try in vain to be confident and steadfast
in my beliefs.
To fend off the thoughts of corruption
But I am not strong.
I cannot stay at peace with who i’ve become.
And I am swept out yet again,
into the swift and aggressive current
Tumbling and thrashing,
Trying to hold on to
Anything that allows me to belong.
I remain a ghost in a river of the living.