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Living Like A Ghost

When what I think and what I do does not change the things
That happen around me, and to me, and those I care for
Am I living like a man or am I living like a ghost
Drifting in and out of the lives of my loved ones?
Every time I touch something it seems to pass me by
Leaving me hanging in an empty wind, high and dry.
Is this really all there is to the life I’m living
Or is there more that I’m not seeing, doing, wanting, needing?
Should I want more, should I need more, or should I just live?

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