I like cheap thrills, illusions flash in passing 
     But soon they fade into the oblivion of memory
  Good-bye to Ghostwriter, he has left the fight.

A poet of a fickle quill and word He was,         
Saying he was going on a cosmic journey        
He resigned his position of muse tonight        

Answers need questioned but he's not here    
Gone quicker than the blink of your eye            
        Neurons instantly putting his motions into flight

   A "for hire" sign floats the vast waves of fantasy
      I am relaxed listening to the great Tom Petty       
I don't see any emergency situation in sight   

I found this in my drafts, It needed a title and a couple of tweaks so ,here it is.

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