This vessel harbors an ill-fitting ghost, sprung from something that mattered most

just visiting this misguided host, dangle like scarecrow from the post

Taut the string of the puppet man, humorous that there’s some sort of plan,

stumbles through life in a trippy daze, never escaped from the pyramid maze

I’ll haunt thee mentally and physically

I dance inside your brain, I’m not the one driving you insane

One day I’ll be better you’ll see, one day I better be free

I spring eternally, I sing eventually, I cry in my joy, I’m just a spirit’s toy