At times we are reaching to ghosts.
Loneliness, a heavy burden can render us unable to achieve what we want, we believe, we yearn for a thing to answer a question, unsure of what even the question, the need is.
Waist'n good people's time.
The Albatross turns them into ghosts.

You paralyzed.
These good people wait for you to focus, to not see them as aspirations.
Yet you fail them.
Disheartened you stare at life out there as if it's a carousel of ghosts on horses go'n round.
You are invited but you just don't hop on.
Feet cemented in the long wait.

These peoples hearts can be your light house though.
They are letting you know.
That even though you can't yet see clearly.
Can't make it in just yet.
They are there as beacons, they are the light of life.