The Ghost

I'm a Ghost looking at the world with my cold obliviant eyes ,
feeling everything around me turn to dust as they are all sweet lies .
As everything familiar around fades away i am left all alone ,
which then forces me to accept the universal truth and move on .
As i drift on to embrace the destiny undecided lying ahead ,
i see hopeless mortals praying for their godly love and daily bread .
One day the world will be as obliviant and cold as my ghostly eyes ,
then there won't be any difference between bitter truth and sweet lies ....