The ghost

I walked through the rain but I’m not wet
I can’t get cold, I don’t feel pain
I saw a fire and jumped in it
I wasn’t burnt, I can’t feel heat

I crossed the street and saw a face
I passed it through, there was no flesh
I looked down and saw no shadow
I tried to scream but heard no sound

Then I came home and faced the mirror
I looked inside, there was no soul
Nobody at home, no one to talk
Time passes by, I don’t get old

I’m in a jail where I feel safe
but I’m scared I might be dead
I’m like a ghost, I cannot breathe
I better go, I shall now sleep