What I admire the most about the life of the living ghost is how they fade in and phase out of view depending on who’s looking at who and the time of day.
It can’t be an easy street for these guys I meet
and I meet more than a few which again depends
on who’s looking at who.
It’s a bit like or it could be magic and would be if
the whole thing wasn’t so tragic,
I’m thinking that’s where the phasing comes in
and when I think even more it seems to me that
everyone will be phased out eventually.
when we become living ghosts who’s going to see us?
maybe that depends too on who’s looking at who.
© 2020, John Smallshaw.