Camp Fire

They told me ghost stories and about spooks, and that not all was as simple as it looks; I looked into a mirror but someone else looked back, apparititions may be clever but they don't have the knack. Of Earthly pursuits and detaching from celestial routes, who used to be who or are they still the same? hands were down by the side, let me out of here, no worry - you're the one who should have the fear. They sang:' I'm riding along on the crest of a wave,' was it true that good fortune favoured the brave, I deliver my chautauqua, does anyone understand? Like the old days, spoken all over the land. They preferred: 'Maybe I should have loved you more,' didn't want anything new, that's what they'd asked for.