Earl R. Watkins II
GHOST IN THE SYSTEM
I am a ghost in the system,
with no me – just them.
I can slip threw your delicate hands,
my ability’s as endless as the grains of sand.
What happens a step from here?
It may be good or bad but always able to bear.
I’m not the best – just one unknown,
I can be around millions, or all alone.
I can’t continue to live without.
I’ll find a freedom, I have no doubt.
Life is just one dead-end road,
the boundaries between good and bad unknown.
You wander around aimlessly,
just to live and die inevitably.
So what is the ultimate price –
to live with honor and give your life?
I’m just a man who doesn’t “exist”
‘though I have shoulders, arms, and fists.
You’d be surprised how many there are;
those you don’t see drive by in their car.
Those you see but don’t see,
those that are there but to you will never be.
I’m proud to be one of these men,
who live and die so the world can forget them.
©Copyright May 2005 by Earl R. Watkins II
Author’s Note: In Remembrance of all Those Forgotten