A conversation with a Ghost

Stumbling without walls to hold,

A ghost appeared and so I was told,

I’d squandered both hour and day,

Managed to meander from the path,

And said my way would not be found,

Until I stopped to smell the sounds,

To which I pled for his attention,         

Begging him to provide direction,

But refuse it would and refuse it did,

Stating only that nothing new, was all he could give,

When what I needed I already knew