Reachable but Untouchable

Almost everything is a joke now
Every sight filled with smoke now
I would make the most of this
But it'll lay rotting outside my fist

It's not where you stand
And it's not where you fall
I am a ghost but only hands
And I can't find my way because I can't touch the walls

The whispers of laughter are so small.
2015 Piemerica
Lyrics & Poems
Written by MAR
January 23, 2015