Chasing the Spirit

I hear calling and run to the door
But no one is there
I hear beautiful singing
But when I try to understand Thewords the song disappears
I feel breezes blowing through me
But I can't hold on to them
I see faces in the clouds
But when I try to speak to them
The faces turn into clouds again
I smell the fresh scent of a just picked flower
But once picked the scent
is soon gone
I see the curtain open to my
worldly play
But the actors are all me
I close my eyes to sleep and dream
But when I awaken I have forgotten