Ghosts show themselves there,

They walk in our world bare,

Nudity is normal on that plain there,

But it scares the hell out of me,

When catch them I do see,

Doesn’t seem very fair…

I try not to scare them,

I speak to them during rem,

They smoke my weed, but only the stem,

My pipe they use, of my pot they abuse…

Have you ever seen a little flash,

Out of the corner of your line of sight,

That would be them, its like they are in flight,

Speeding past making one look,

It happens more so, it seems, when I am reading a book…