Revolving around the raveling seam
Ghosts from my past flying in my here and now
leaving me to question why?
Don't give me its human nature
I didn't deny them then
But they appreciate me now?
When it's far too late
when the visions of wonder have died
When new sugarplums in my bed reside
The Ghosts whirl and spin
Taunting and Teasing
Reinventing the Dream
That I'm barely breathing
Leaving me Flustered and confused
When will the morning come
So the Mourning can end
So I can wake up
And Daydream again.