i keep losing everything i have my keys my phone my friends my hat and every brick i laid each year collapsed by some unnamed trumpeteer marching past and he asked what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost every breath comes out held by a gasp with every timbered year tied loose to my souls raft im tugging at my oars with waning grasp and when i hear the river it only laughs and it asks what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost the divine came and cut all my bark away and i stood naked awaiting the fire took my last breath from the sun and the wind and clay and i was one with the whole earths desires and i lived and died at the same time what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost what if my light was a ghost what if all failures and hopes are on the same river afloat then i think my light is a ghost