New Ghost

Onto a meadow overgrown, I stepped foot
My body felt lighter than the air I was just breathing
And over a translucent shoulder, I saw nothing but the weeds
And they signaled for my instincts to start fleeing
This calmness was cut by an overwhelming flood
Of questions demanding where I'll be
Who will I be?

Oh, Sister Sequoia!
Have you heard what our bishop said
About the lightbulb's luminescence
And it's eagerness to spread?

I'd feel my own filaments
Recoil at the awe
Of that beastly orb of glory
That just hangs above us all

But I remember you'd said something
That still reverberates
Of how we all eclipse the sun
In our own little ways
If you build a looming tower
Or simply walk outside
If you see your cast companion
That's your win against the light

Sister Sequoia!
Have you heard what our bishop said
About the trails of our transgressions
And how they follow us 'til death?

And I feel blind
By that epic I was penned out
There's something I understood then
I hope I understand now

I will never be someone else
No, I could never be someone else!

And yet I embarked on that bridge with so many t's
Left uncrossed
I can't let my electricity decay
And become lost
By some kinesthetic wish I'll devote my limbs
Back in those woods
(And scrape the sky and blanket the ground as I should!)
So into a future once unknown, I stepped foot