The Paradox of Sensation

The sensation of being a ghost and questioning the existence of the surroundings.

Am I a spirit, a phantom, a wisp in the night,
Or a figment of imagination? Do I belong here, or have I been left behind? I reach out to turn the door knob, but my hand passes through. Uncertain if it's real, or so it seems. Do I touch the earth? No, I'm floating... Do I haunt these streets, or do they haunt me? I drift and fade, lost in a shade, a ghostly wanderer, with no answers clear...