The Gray Ghost

 

I am
a shadowy apparition
drifting above the confinements
of this black and white sphere

From the elevation

I can view the forest

through the trees

Subtle nuances I see
cutting through the fog 
which envelopes
your so called reality

These chains
of human conformity
forged by the powers that be
never seemed to quite fit me

Yes my pets

I am the gray ghost
of transparency
flying loose and free
in the open skies
of my unrestrained poetry