The logic is flawed,

The writing on the wall

Confirms my thoughts you see.

I Think therefore I am 

Is something only few may see.

Doesn't an AI think,

or Ghosts inside the night?

And yet we say they are not real,

So the plight is no longer a deal.

But if I think then what am I?

Fake or real or none?

Perfectly honest my mind is abound by the possibilities within the mind

For time will not sing with us.