The Ghost Walks

This moment seemed so far away
A thousand long lost yesterdays
Floating down an endless stream
Of seconds, minutes, hours and weeks
We search for clues, we work we strive
To find a meaning in our lives
But when It’s all been said and done
The end is the same for everyone
And yet as I cross this great divide
I finally see the other side
The sum of what i came to be
My genuine identity
But does it really matter now
Something we should care about?
Perhaps it has no meaning here
Perhaps it has no meaning here