Ghost in the machine.

There's a ghost in my machine.*

There's a phantom in my mind.

My brain filters what I see

And what I seek I'll never find.

All of the time, I'm in a daze

Trying not to acknowledge my expressionless face.

I once knew a man with cancer of the brain.

He would say the meanest things

And he thought we were insane.

There's a lapse in my consciousness

And when I sleep

My mind delves deep into my dreams.

Somewhere in there

I'm sure there's a place

In which I can see beyond the clarity of this illusory window pane.

I see a chair,

And it's so complete.

I see infinity 

within my trouser pleats.

*I know that the original 'ghost' in the machine applies to the mind and not some unknowable, undefinable part of the consciousness.