Ghost of a Future Past

My heart it's the symptomn of a past disease

No matter the expectations, or deliberative proof

I always be the same, alone and insecure

By the dawning of the night or the lonely sun of the day

We condemned to hold the words we want to say

They carry the chains of ancient ghosts

When the treasure you've held no longer yours

Just reflections of the rain that softly pours

As the insaciable beast we are and we pretend to always be

Symptomns of an enygma also know as me.