Ghost

I'm staring at a white wall
That really isn't there at all
I'm floating high in outer space
Headed for a different place
The white wall suddenly falls down
As it crumbles, i begin to frown
I'm then surrounded by a lively ocean
Rippling waves, a feisty notion
As thoughts so strangely profound
Gather speed, and flood the ground
My heart races, like angry bees
Their honey flows, by degrees
Then suddenly, the white wall rebuilds
Blocking out, the distant fields
The white wall, now stands in front of me
Singing a silent melody
Yet there is no music, nor no sound
Other than worms a-wriggling, underground
Like the blank verse, of an unwritten song
Or the night sky, full of stars that don't belong
Meanwhile, on the other side of the wall
Winter arrives, as the snow begins to fall
The fields now hidden, beneath the white snow flakes
Lies like a blank canvas, on frozen lakes
Where-in lies my destiny, and perhaps my fate
Yet the white wall seemingly, has no gate
And it's at this moment, I realise the most
I'm not really here, it's just my ghost

by Jemia