Paraplegic

Dust in my throat and no one knows
Spider webs winding up my toes
And in my ears faint whispers glow
My eyes leak and green plants grow

Am I a ghost?
I cannot feel
Am I a vapor?
I am not real
Nothing feels a part of me
I could be floating on the sea
Am I solid?
Or am I mist?
Not cold or hot
Or that or this

I could be nothing but a faint consciousness

I could be something, but I might not exist

And if I don't, I wouldn't know
There's no one here to tell me, so...