a choice I choose

I trust not those who tell me to trust them/ I see not the need to feed the homeless who'll always find their way/ I care not to touch the skin of a pure virgin or feel the breath of one who wants to love me/ I believe not the words of the scriptures where it makes no sense/ I trust not the logic I was born and programmed with/ for I am a just a talking ghost of sorts/ my life's so short/ it's like a mist that will fall and fade away/ or rise and float away/ today is a day that I'll never get back/ I curiously watch as my life falls through my hands like the sands encapsulate in an hour glass/ and like that sand/ that I am/ I'm trapped and there is no way to go accept down or up/ I have already chosen...