We live in a land where footprints of ghosts linger

Dual realities perceptual dichotomies from a metaphysical 3D printer

Near death experiences the only alarm ringer

Otherwise we stay mindlessly exploiting the land

Manipulating machinery with our fingers

As hope glimmers stars shimmer truth seekers following the Big Dipper

Looking beyond the canopy with no pillars

Until the body decays and leaves only consciousness and the lines between dimensions blur getting thinner and thinner$

Only the footprints of ghosts linger.