Chasing Ghosts

I’m chasing ghosts. You probably think I’m crazy, but you don’t know me. I know me. Like the inside of a steel drum filled with , bat , crazy , I know me. I don’t really give a damn about this bridge. It’s home for now. I’m not really scared of heights. Looking up looks like looking down. I’m between a hard place and a feeling. Love don’t come this far to give up. My head is full and in between. Dying is nothing. It may be my new friend. I’m blacked out again. I’m harvesting satellites. Praying to him. Waiting for him. In this darkness I understand little more than breathing. Measured, as it may be I’m over thinking this ultimatum. Lights please. It’s time to break the dream.