Those we’ve loved and lost never truly leave us. Simply close your eyes, and they’ll be there…
I travel across the land
Formless as the shifting sand
I was a man once, alive and well
Until down a steep cliff I stupidly fell
I was trying to take the perfect pic
But now my family will think I was mentally sick
I move as shadows and breathe as cloud
I can be whisper quiet or very loud
A spirit I am for the rest of time
No hell for me, I committed no crime
So why then do I linger so?
Why indeed do I go to and fro
Perhaps I have a regret or six
That I now need to wander and fix?
Or is this simply the afterlife whole
Nothing to do but remain a soul?
Shall I remain until the end of days
With nothing to do except at memories gaze?
No, I will not forever this form retain
I had a family, a wife and a name!
I will travel this land and fix my sins
Until to my late name there are nothing but wins
I am dead, a spirit, and mist
But that does not mean that I am not missed!
Thanks for listening.