Ghosts
I wander hallways and rooms that are empty
I tread old pathways and see the shades that were
I turn to glimpse something fleeting and shadowy
I catch sight of another spectre of the past
I open a book and there is your scent
I search a box and you leap out again
I hear a cry in the night only to find that
I am the one crying, your voice is still
I beg you, haunt me no more.
5/11/03
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"Of all tyrannies, a tyranny exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It may be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end, for they do so with the approval of their own conscience." – C. S. Lewis
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