Who says

Who says this is a place where thoughts blossom?
Scratch that.
I change my mind thirty-seven times per day.
More times than I eat, sleep, read and say 'I love you'.

Who says this is the place where I make sense?
Sometime ago, I ran out.
Decisions are chances you get, you let go, you missed;
Senses are the apparitions of freedom.

And you can't convene with ghosts.