Never Paying Attention

My Ghost has been visiting a lot today

Maybe he, or she, or whatever 
Visits this often normally 
And I'm just never paying attention 

Maybe I'm not as lonely 
As I pretend to be 
And really just missing 
The good things happening 
By not living presently 

That sounds about right 
And even though I believe it 
I still don't really know if 
I'll be able to convince myself 
To focus on this pleasant present 
Rather than worry over my Misery 
That exists when thinking about 
What I can't control outside of me 

It's working right now 
But how long can I hold 
Onto this fleeting mement? 

Maybe the trick 
Isn't to hold on 
But rather let go 
Then let the flow 
Tell you where to go