OUR OWN WORLD

Some days I feel I'm in a world of ghosts
No one sees anyone or cares to know
Are we living in an unknown past
Or existing in a future no one has
What seems real could be but a farse
Even those things that touches our hearts
Eveyone dreams but how many come true
When things fall apart is it the dream or you
How does one know whats real or not
When so many things are soon forgot
We all think we know what it is we want
At times we get it then see it's not
Sometimes it's lacking in what is desired
Unless you get lucky you're then admired
Still only few seem to really care
The majority cares less if you're in despair
We all seem to live in our own little worlds
Our home is an oyster and we are the pearl