You can spend your life working for ghosts
Feeling their breath and fueling their guts
Letting them order all you do
But they will never fly to your aid
They’re fictions who must tell your tale
Until you learn to stop their telling
Pull the language outside in
Make the words your own
How small we are
How far we may go
Never let the ghosts explain you
Turn your back on the mirror and see yourself
Bring the light inside
