I wonder this life a ghost

sliding my feet a slow, somber walk to the sad sorry grave of old, slick sheets

The fleeting fear of far off sandy shores is just a mistake in yellow street lights on pavement

I know I’m not in the ocean if my house is right there

But there’s the street light, where all my memories are

A faded orange and so fickle they’d slip through my fingers like the sand I hate

It is all just street lamps and doors in my mind

Filling to the brim with hour glass dust, the only sign that time is here

The only think I can count on is a clock

I’ll flicker out like those dim lights, can’t see the road anyway