A ghost chase
through life
Empty streets
endless stretches
of
echoes within empty walls
So much credit
For what?

Is happiness measured
in
awestruck faces
Lights in benevolent
eyes
Roses in heaps
by your latest work...

Cannot satisfy you
still...
Wails of wayward winds
holds you captive
Greener grass beyond that hill
more praise
in hope of thrill
In hope of
hope....

Life is eaten away
by crunches of numbers
And blind chase
for recognition..
Wait and watch
for a minute
And you will see
it all slip,
slip,
slipping away...

You can't hold on
to real treasures
Without 
effort...
And
focus...

No one wants to walk alone..