Chasing Ghosts from Chasing Ghosts by Muth Labben

In this one life
We learn to be
Normal, kind
Devotees.
A life of fun
Wasted in wishing
Predetermined
To never come clean.


In my heart it lingers
A rebel teen
Of pressured longings
‘n escaping needs.
Why so sorry
All this mercy
For a black sheep
The unfortunate absentee.

Chasing ghosts
Haunting thrills
Creating those
We want to live with.

Chasing ghosts
More than them chasing me
True life costs
and It’s pricey.

One life not enough
You don’t get to know that!
Even loves taking forms
Changing hearts, changing hosts.
X2

And you might be lucky
Or so unlucky
You might get lucky
Or so unlucky.
So unlike it
Some might like it
So unlike it
Some may die of it.
They just die
Like we all do in the end

Nobody gets away
From what we deserve.
In the end
In the end
We all turn to ghosts
Long before we turn to dust
And into ashes.

Whose chasing who
Does it matter then?
Why you’ve chosen me to say
That?!
‘Till that sweet beautiful
Silent edge
We all play
We all play
A game.

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