In every wind, in every tree,
in every fire, in every sea,
in every breath of air you take,
in every single mountainsite
there dwells a ghost
not running free -
they live, at most,
in harmony.
Till mankind does what mankind does,
no single ghost would make a fuss,
just exists free to stray around,
or dwells alone, all fixed and bound.
But mankind shapes
and moments aft'
the old thing fades,
a new ghost's craft'.
Against their will, they're being changed,
as our will says, they are arranged,
some think it's great, some say it's bad
some feel alive, some just turn mad.
Unbent, unbowed
can only stay
a ghost, who vowed
not to obey.
~ Juni 2007 ~
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