I wake up in the morning. I’m lost all the time. I can hardly explain it. There are times when I’m fine. I wake up in the morning. And I get up from the couch. There’s a feeling of loneliness; a bad taste in my mouth. And though I’m trying to ignore it, it just won’t seem to go away. I have to find some new horizons. I have to find another way.

I get home in the evening. The new job’s a drag! I can’t live with this feeling, so I’m packing my bags. I’m feeling exhausted, I fill my lungs up with air. And I stand with my eyes closed. But there are ghosts everywhere. And though I’m trying to ignore them, they just won’t seem to go away. I have to find some new horizons. I have to find another way.