backtracker

feast your eyes upon the ghost

with fangs fragile as winter rose.

out of season, out of touch.

try and glean some reason 

but you wont get much.

live and let die;

wont you

feel today's blazing sun rise!?

you cant keep rolling the dice

and always act so surprised
when you lose.

you cant keep swinging

without expecting a fight
and some bruises.

feast your eyes upon the phantom

but dont complain about the taste

whats to come will surely happen

far too early or much too late.