I cried my farewell to the sun Then cried to welcome the moon Then laughed indifferent to the exchange These phantoms invade memory Casting shadows over me If I could care less I'd like to know As I fade into the ghost I'm not sleeping anymore Still aware of these things Refusing these regrets That come in between I can't run forever I'd rather be alive to the things That come in between the ghost and me Unusual it happens still here suspended anomie A ghost lies in the mirror staring... A judgment, finality A poet without the words A regret without a memory A vision, apparition Of all the things that never were And the things that were are coming to the same As I fade into the ghost