Same Thing, Different Melody

A new house isn't so bad. It's the loneliness that hurts. i shouldn't be lonely. I have everything. Well, almost everything. more than I deserve, that's for sure. but I feel a familiar feeling that my mind always comes back to;
Like a Ghost.
I wonder how I'll feel when I'm actually a ghost. Will I feel alive? Or just the same. I feel unseen and unwanted. Lost, forgotten. I know I'm not. But my heart must not understand. It still breaks so easily. It's no one's fault but my own. It's a life I've chosen. I could change it if I found a way, but I'm not looking for a way out. I just sit. And watch the shadows on the wall. Watch the world around me spin and freely frolic the world. But I do not a think to get my feet off the ground. Why? When that's really all I want.
I want to fly away. A ghost can fly, can't they?
I can't keep pretending. So here it is;
I'm lost. I'm gone.
I'm just a ghost.

I do dream. I just never go after it. Stop dreaming, start doing.