How do you progress when the world you live in is obsessed

Everyone, everywhere,  for that thing that distracts

And then rejects

I’m a shiny object to some but not the one that matters most, I’m just a helpful ghost

Lingering in a house vacant of passion that doubts it’s true nature.

A ghost insubstantial, you could walk right through me and not miss me.

But I’m waiting again

To feel again

To pop into existence

Til then…

I remain the elusive ghost

Content with being incontent

By Philip Wardlow May  2025