If ghosts can’t be seen
Who’s to say they’re not real
Standing behind you
Unable to feel
The skull that its hand
Passes right through
At least you won’t hear
When it tries to say “Boo!”
A Poetic Dive into the Creative Unconscious
If ghosts can’t be seen
Who’s to say they’re not real
Standing behind you
Unable to feel
The skull that its hand
Passes right through
At least you won’t hear
When it tries to say “Boo!”