one thing i've learnt is that you should never look back.
the past is dead and buried,
you get nothing from living there, it's all about today.
but i've been having these dreams,
in them, nothing is real, nothing is solid,
everything is fantasy, fucked, an illusion.
in these dreams i'm a life that's alredy gone by.
today means nothing.
today it's just a ghost that's haunting me.
i'm at the end of the world, on the edge of things.
i think about letting go.
i think about falling.
my name is james cook,
i did something once,
my ghost won't let me forget it.