The Wisdom of Ghosts

This is the first actual poem I've done that isn't for school so feel free to critique it and give me tips if anyone has any. The poem is about the uncertainty of death, and what happens to us once we do die. I'm sure almost everyone can relate to having thought like this at some point in their lives, asking the question; "what will happen to me? Where will i go? Will i just cease to exist or is there something more?" I ask this question and also put forth the idea that we possibly wouldn't like the answer if we got it... and that maybe it is best if we simply live life to the fullest, without knowing. Simply disregarding death and instead embracing the wonder of life.
I thought it was an interesting topic, I hope you guys do too. :) Embrace the feels