Speaking With Ghosts - Winter

Time slips away.


Tell me It's okay,
We haven't spoken in days and I'm losing sleep.
Focused on the ending,
But always
lost in between.

Without fail.
Time slips away.


Nothing
Seems to go my way.
I'm stuck in a depressive state
Wondering which way the gravity will take me.
And I can't
Seem to make things change.
Winds change,
But the earth beneath
Still stays the same.


Same as it did before,
The give and take always seems to want more.
Hollowed on the inside,
Nothing feels right,
Still I endure.

I'm running but I seem to be
Going no where quick.
Going no where quick.

I can't
Always play pretend.
Nothing
Seems to go my way.


Nothing
Seems to go my way.
I'm stuck in a depressive state
Wondering which way the gravity will take me.
And I can't
Seem to make things change.
Winds change,
But the earth beneath
Still stays the same.


Have I traveled this road too long?
Is my sanity all but gone?
Is there any way out for me?
Cause the sound is deafening.


There's no way out for me.


Every time that I leave,
I come to questioning:
Have my passions
Changed
The best
In me?

Still stuck on this road,
Twelve-hundred miles to go.
Will I ever make it there?
Even if I did, would you even care?

Written by:
JASCHA HOFFMAN

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