Land

It feels like Halloween but it’s not anymore,
But I can’t get passed the masks staring at me,
I want to know who they really are,
Who I really am,
My ghosts walk beside me,
Yet I’m alone,
Drowning in my thoughts,
A smile without a Clown,
I want to jump into the fog,
Every door I open or Window, could be a trick or a treat,
I float with the leaves every now and then, getting crushed,
By the parades of people on their way to paradise,
All my dreams seem like lies,
I want to search the stars to find the truth,
To find the key to the straightjacket of life that’s taken over me,
Lost expectations, a wonderland without wonder,
Is but a land
Without a Jump there is no Land