A ghostly message

A ghostly message

Surprise living one, I've been dead all along,
I stopped dancing before the beginning of the song.
Your swings, kicks, the things you pick up and throw,
pass through me, not moved by your pathetic weak show.
This unrhythmic foot to hand void of music useless dance,
fight your first thought when faced with a ghostly stance.
Calm down and listen to my spirited words and what I say,
this knowledge will guide you on that last breath taking day.
Things will fade, then into the realm of the dark,
then at some point you'll be pulled into a spark.
Be viewed as new with not a remembered thought,
those memories disconnected at the atom and the not.
So, keep your hands, feet, and the things you throw,
and leave with this ghostly message you now know.