Ghost Bod from Eugene Dreams by K i t c h e n

Imagine on an endless motorway
No sign of any cars and yet
your friend has been knocked down

Looks like an accordion
In a washing machine

And yet the gaze it just won't let up
Unreal as it seems
Like floating in a waking dream

Scream until your ghostly throat is raw
Even though you're no where to be seen
Cry until you hear the first crow caw
Even though you're not sure what it means

Imagine, in an empty stratosphere
No sign of any life and yet
The mountains all have trees

Heading for a destination
That you have never seen

Scream until your ghostly body falls
Even though you're no where to be seen
Cry until your feet have touched the ground
Even though you're not sure how it feels
Scream until your ghostly throat is raw
Even though you're no where to be seen

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