I Am Ghost

I think, therefore I am, And of what I think Becomes me out of thought, Momentarily, memories make More mad moments of me, Be it reality of fantasy? Physical or Metaphysical? My paradox is my persona Brain fires random impulses From dead end to dead end, Unless thought becomes abnormal, There alone lies the hidden bridge, Succumb to human limitations Yet accept thought as immortal, A constantly pondering organ Ensuring unfinished business Thus, ensuring eternal life Through verse and voice, lascivious pursuit of knowledge, And expeditious conversations, Decreasing the prudent choices, Increasing importance of mankind, Show my brother to know myself, Teach I, personal and universal Haunting descendants of yesterday With chains formed out of intellect, Linking type writers and computers, segregated and integrated minds, and radio to television, all is all, One is all, all is one, we are all one, Thus ancestors never die Nor do children grow old Pictures become mirrors, mirrors become gateways, and gateways become infinite, Appearing in places of proximity to those in need of certain lessons, As they share the experience, Creating the desired domino effect amongst both old and young Groans of disappointment echo for those who fail to evolve and those with no desire to do so, Harrowing screams of spirits who embrace the role of educators, Wounded souls they soon become as civilization slowly falls to failure by ignoring text, dreams, and elders Still, new souls are born as the dying discover the lesson, Becoming burdened by brilliance, Brilliance that was never shared, Yet the lesson must be learned by the living loved ones, As I listen for the first time, Understanding noise of the night The spirits speak slowly, The world willingly whispers, I am you, you are me, We are I and I am we, Repeating the words nightly, Among other lessons of life, Thinking of them, as we live, We can say, they are us, And for a moment, I am ghost.