Riding with ghosts
I rode alone yet I was not aloneRiding with ghostsChildhood memories wanderingThe park, though todayNot memories of my past butOnes of a long ago warI think I am walking alone yet I am notFollowed by ghostsFrom a long ago pastStopping to listen to the smallForest feel the breezeI hear voices and commotion in the treesOpen my eyes no one aroundYet still hearing voicesAll aroundThis park is of a Hallowed groundOne of many t...
