Behind closed doors
Behind the walls
Images of a ghost
I've had days like this
Sometimes it seems weeks
There are times that
It feels like forever
A room can be a prison
Even if it's filled
With everything you've ever wanted
So this empty room
Filled wall to wall with ghosts
The ghosts of yesterday
Regretably set aside
And the ghosts of tomorrow
Just waiting to be free
So what are you looking for
What are you running away from
Seems it's always something
That keeps you prisoner
Maybe if you look into the mirror
You will see the truth
As hard as that may be
It's the only thing
That might set your free.
© September 24, 2010 Ninth Wave Projects
