I keep losing everything I have My keys, my phone, my friends, my hat And every brick I laid each year collapsed By some unnamed trumpeter marching past And he asked What if my light was a ghost? Every breath comes out held by a gasp With every timbered year tied loose to my soul's raft I'm tugging at my oars with waning grasp [???] And when I hear the river, it only laughs And it asks What if my light was a ghost? The divine came and cut all my bark away And I stood naked, awaiting the fire Took my last breath from the sun and the wind and clay And I was one with the whole earth's desires And I lived and died at the same time What if my light was a ghost? What if all failures and hopes are on the same river, afloat? Then I think my light is a ghost