dedicated to my dear friend kahoutek

you decided what to make of me
you made a choice when you have not even looked at me
you decided what to do when you listened to me
why i dont even know
you are special imagining me
my ghost
you are somewhere behind me
you always follow
you are my shadow locked in a machine

no blame to give when you dont have hurt to show
you smile at me without stretching your mouth
you touch me without reaching
you speak to me without making a sound
you are a ghost to me
you are my shadow in a machine

something i can never chase away
something as long as i want will stay
you became a key on my finger
opened gates i had locked far away
you are always there but never to be seen
you are my ghost
my shadow in a machine

©1998 JMS

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