GHOST by MwsR, a ghost’s Perspective
I’m such a clever ghost
I wait and listen to see who comes in
Before I start my ghosting again.
The many conversations that I hear
You would not believe me
It creates a sort of entertainment, you see.
Knowing things that are better left unsaid
Listening to that, inside of this head.
Being a ghost isn’t all it is cracked up to be
Noone comes and visits me
Noone wishes me a good day
Sometimes I want to lay
I never get a break
Not even a second or two
The forces that push me often ensue
I eat nothing
Feel almost the same
I can’t even remember my name.
I often float right through doors
I lavitate above floors.
My instincts provide me with a drive
I don’t need to over emphasize
I’m scary, all of my own accord
People often see me when they are bored.
I have no control over days or months
I just go through somehow, call it a hunch.
Paying no attention to ghost busters
I often even make them very flustered
They think they can control me
Ha, not even I do that, you see
My purpose in being is to strike up your imagination
To go throughout this nation
And create chance meetings
Provoke enlighted greetings
Not to mane you or take over you
That is not at all what I do
You’ll see me when the lights dim low
In a shadow
You might even hear my rustling through things
Just never really know what I’ll bring
Look for me
Maybe say “Hello”
You’ll never really know me though.
I haunt, I float, I hover, and even stay remote.
A ghost of a ghost, a clever one at that.
Don’t forget the welcome mat.
Nothing really stays where they are not welcomed.
Unless, you ask them to.
That is what a person’s imagination will do.
