Lost Ghost.

Some moments,
I feel like I am a lost ghost
Wandering for houses, streets and lives
Wondering now and forever
Entering dreams there are not mine
Never thinking to be the living,
Nor believing what my eyes stare
Diving, drowning, wandering, falling, unleashing and ending to be a lie.
The mistake is me, so I am weak.
The ghost is me, so I am the freak.
The tides are on me, so I am the leak.
And lack, of the most surreal love
The love I lost on my own, not realizing anything.

Most moments,
I feel like I am a lost ghost
The loneliness is not a good way for me
- even though I desire it sometimes -
The happiness is not an eternal mood
I learned, but still I never learn - over and over... and over again
The lie is me, the lie is in me
So I lie awake to dream
A possible something to conquer and feel some serenity within.
This is me, a ghost:
Lost, fading, failing, feeling too much, willing to never come back
But still I do, still I raise,
Because is this or the instance in the middle of nothingness.

Too late will never be fate, it is the mistake
and the failure is a part of me,
apart from possibilities and the own reality.