Could not find my way about,

Ghosts from the past, long dead,

Were leading me through the maze in my head…

I talked with a few, shaking hands, they were quite nice,

The only thing about them their hands were like ice,

Still I treated them with the respect they deserved,

After all they went on before me,

They were actually quite well preserved…

No one made me scream,

Some even did make me ice cream,

I even met a baseball team,

They asked if I knew they were, as I, in a dream…

© ed ~ 1/15/06