Some days I feel like a ghost,
an echo of a person that's lingering on beyond their time.
The hollow appearance of a man,
an outline with out any substance.
A man who casts no shadow,
Who feels no warmth from the sun,
who is the embodiment of absence.
A man with only his sorrows for company,
incapable of interaction with another,
A man in a world indifferent to his presence.