I died yet I was still around
My body lying at my feet
There was no substance to my existence
What I was left as a corpse upon the street
A ghost or spirit I wasn’t sure
I knew that I no longer felt the pain
I only remember walking across the street
Until stricken down in the falling rain
It wasn’t unpleasant what I now felt
I was something I’d never been prepared
I had assumed when life was over
To St. Peter’s gate my soul would be bared
Yet it was that I now did exist
In a place that I could no longer touch or feel
I had no voice so I couldn’t talk
To explain to anyone I was still real
Though I can float and walk through walls
And can communicate with others like me
No longer can I touch the one’s I love
Or permit them the ability to see
For how long I’ll walk this world
Until the Creator tells me what he wants
I’ll guess I’ll spend my time creating mischief
And turn my favorite places into my favorite haunts
