The Ghost In The Machine

I am the ghost in the machine,
The fixer of all things,
Purveyor of time and hope
And oblivion.
Look into my eyes for strength,
Into my heart for understanding,
And when morning comes again
There is change.
Do not fear me, do not hate me,
For I walk among you
As a beacon of possibility
And promise.
Look to me for your stability,
And in times of weakness
Know that I am omni-present
And shall remain.
When currents wane and rivers slow,
The fixer of all things
Will fade from being
And be recalled
As the singular thing,
The difficult being
That shall ever be
The ghost in the machine.