Part One - For Me
There's no way you know what I'm thinking, no way you could know what's on my mind - unless you really care to take the time necessary to find something that can actually be defined or described. See, the lines in my mind are so fragile and so fine that I'm not even sure they are really lines. Do you think that they could actually be signs? Signs that I should really keep in mind? But, then, what if they turn out to be just lines? Where would the lines divide? Where do these thoughts end? It's been an insane, long and stressful ride. *Sigh*
Part Two - For You
I wonder... when did my brain turn off? Where did it's progress stop? Did it just lose the trail or is it seriously lost? And then I feel a deja-vu occur, without a word - Did I just see a ghost? Yes, I did, and it's a ghost that I know. Her sketchy shadow is moving slow and she's so sad, it shows. I wonder if anyone else knows but I know that they honestly don't. You know, she's not just any ghost.. she's the most beautiful ghost that you've ever known. So why isn't she on her way home? And why is she all alone?
Now all she has left of herself is her soul, and she doesn't care that it's moldy and old. To her, it can't be sold because it's gold. And, yes, now she is on her way home.. and, baby, you can't follow her until the good Lord tells you so.