I left my life today.
Walked out and left it standing there,
with it's attendant worries, griefs, despairs.
Said, "don't call me and I won't call you."
I sailed off into a void,
where I was no longer.
Where the emptiness was suffocating,
and I questioned nothing because I was nothing,
but the want of something.
So I went back to my life,
to where I'd left it and it was gone:
I could not find it!
"I am a ghost" I said,
"wandering in empty space
seeking now those things
I had declared loathsome,
Oh... but you know me:
Because I was you.