One of the first losses we experience

Is that of the passing of time,

With every passing second, time is dying.

It's a shame no one taught us how to deal with that loss

As we mourn the past, we are haunted by its spirit,

And fear the birth of the future,

Though what we truly fear is the haunting that will ensue.

As we age, the spirits grow in number,

All the ghosts clinging on to every inch of our soul,

Until we die, and eventually the agony is released,

As the ghosts melt away

Out of loyalty to their creator.