A Ghost at The Wheel



You finally noticed Did it dawn on you slowly Or was it a blast of cold air You're adrift on an ocean of silence You've lost track of the last time there was anyone here

You sought the silence Scuttled any and all who didn't see things the same Your actions turned quickly to habits You slipped your moorings And soon you were drifting away

Swept with the tide Pulled out to sea No course or sense of direction Swept with the tide Pulled out to sea A lost ship adrift With a ghost at the wheel

To some you're a memory Other choose to say I do not remember at all Some wait and pray and scan the horizon Hoping that one day they'll see you come home

Swept with the tide Pulled out to sea A lost ship adrift With a ghost at the wheel

Autor: Tourniquet