Conversation with a Ghost
The flame of my candlelight suddenly went out
I was scribbling on a blank page when I heard a shout
My hands were cold and my fingers trembled
A ghost appeared above my desk out of the portrait it resembled
He asked me quite plainly what it was like to exist
I told him that life meant nothing more than simple physics
I told him that people are not people, but rather a statistic
The ghost's voice grew heavy when he asked what had me so pessimistic
I couldn't respond, instead I looked down and picked up my pen
The ghost placed his hand over mine, moved it across the page, and then
He told me that there are ghosts that swim in an ocean full of noise
Their ankles get caught in nets of discarded love letters and broken toys
He said that physics is what kept me from falling off of the earth
But it did little to explain what kept my heart beating underneath my shirt
He told me that animals live and that animals die
But they never give up, they're constantly fighting to survive
Then he turned to me and asked: "Why?"
It was that one question that I simply could not handle
I then awoke to find the darkness replaced by the familiar flame of my candle
I had fallen asleep and dreamt the entire meeting
I felt a sensation on my writing hand, only it was fleeting...
Then I noticed something different about the scribbles on my page
Written were the words: "To live is all you can do in this dying age."
I was scribbling on a blank page when I heard a shout
My hands were cold and my fingers trembled
A ghost appeared above my desk out of the portrait it resembled
He asked me quite plainly what it was like to exist
I told him that life meant nothing more than simple physics
I told him that people are not people, but rather a statistic
The ghost's voice grew heavy when he asked what had me so pessimistic
I couldn't respond, instead I looked down and picked up my pen
The ghost placed his hand over mine, moved it across the page, and then
He told me that there are ghosts that swim in an ocean full of noise
Their ankles get caught in nets of discarded love letters and broken toys
He said that physics is what kept me from falling off of the earth
But it did little to explain what kept my heart beating underneath my shirt
He told me that animals live and that animals die
But they never give up, they're constantly fighting to survive
Then he turned to me and asked: "Why?"
It was that one question that I simply could not handle
I then awoke to find the darkness replaced by the familiar flame of my candle
I had fallen asleep and dreamt the entire meeting
I felt a sensation on my writing hand, only it was fleeting...
Then I noticed something different about the scribbles on my page
Written were the words: "To live is all you can do in this dying age."