Fusion

I'm tired of feeling like a ghost

when other mortals show their flesh

and though our boat had left the coast

the water is no longer fresh.

I can't pretend to like a group

whose loutish manners make me sick

and when you always move the hoop

I know my aim will never stick.

So let my ghost haunt your daytime

floating in your ocean of guilt

and should I pretend to be fine

I pray your target is well built.

I want to burn all these loose ends

and make sense of my confusion

eradicating the false friends

and letting our threads get fusion.