I find my self looking for something not knowing what it is the past keeps coming to me from somewhere very deep not knowing if I live like sheep everything is killing me deep for I am tired of seeing the world be what it is the killing the abuse and people not caring like a collective group I find myself looking deeper into the mess just trying to find the best but more I look for Something I see I wonder when and if people will see me the truth is no one does for for I am a ghost that most just will not see kinda like the land we see we know we are killing it from land to sea I look for something no to depress me however like me I can only see just how greedy we are to be I only have to think of what it would be to look a something we don't need and live as we are free not like it is where people look for something more then what we need I just hope at the end it just does not kill me like I have seen and like the earth from the streams of killing fields of dead mans fields will this be the way the Great Spirit feels about me looking at a dusty hill or will he just keep looking for something in me not sure why I just feel like life is only but a lie