Ghost Site

GHOST SITE 

I came into this website yesterday, but tumbleweeds is all I found. 

I wanted to hear the comments that’d been typed…(nothing) not a sound. 

Once it was teeming with life, the bartender dishing out some handy advice, 

All that’s left is this ghost town is dust just blowing in my eyes. 

I wait to see a motion, maybe someone’s lightbulb turning on. 

But what I see are what’s left of last week’s posts; everybody’s gone. 

I guess I could only blame myself, I’m a deserter like the rest. 

I left my home in hopes of riches by finding gold out west. 

But I found nothing to my liking so I returned to my inspirational roots. 

Problem is that the only feet I see walking are the ones wearing my boots. 

HELLO, (hello, hello) ECHO, (echo, echo) 

Rob?, Critter?, Achi? At least I should see Bego! 

I guess I’ll wait here for a while, maybe someone else’ll come by 

To help restore this once life-filled place, that somehow has gone dry.