I am a ghost 
Passing through history
Traveling time silently —  
Here in this old city
Is clarity, reality
And sanity
Treading traditions of centuries
On the red brick road stretched before me
My thoughts suddenly dissolve to a slow-motion Past
Nights streaked with sweat and sleeplessness
Where I danced at the center of a cold universe
In a smoky futuristic place
Drinking it up from a hip flask
Blowing it up my numb face
Spinning like a star out in space
It was the best it ever was
Till I couldn’t stand it anymore
It was the worst it ever was
And yet still creep in thoughts of more
Like a recovering addict 
I feel the Past itch
The residue of its memory still in my veins
Seducing me to be let out again 
Like when I used to confuse being free
With a life that was killing me
But every day I recover more 
Regaining as much ground as lost the day before
Excavating myself from the wreckage of the Past
I am here now
No high was ever meant to last