There’s a goblin at my window
And a monster by my door
There’s a light in my pillow
Yet I stepped on the floor.
I can see some one pedal
And the moon is as full
While the Olympian swings the medal
The ghosts’ take a stronger pull.
Into the time machine i sit poised
It’s turns and swirls till it stops right there
Where the city is still as noised
And the decay is every where!
Sometimes I know I’ve seen it happen
Sometimes I think I’m just in imagination
Like the sound of one hand clappin’
It’s no pleasure to know I’m in hallucination.
The tape unwinds and unfolds my being
A question about myself is on the line
But no help comes to agreeing
Maybe I could have altered my design.
There’s a lot of noise I can hear
And many doors I’ve slammed in ease
It has lasted me many and many a year
None but slight things do lightly please.
I cannot run away and I cannot hide
The ghosts keep coming back
So I just hop on to their side
Ready secretly for their next attack.
“Get out” I scream all the time
And wonder what to end
I’m the burden of my own crime
There are ghosts in our head my friend.