Tronscapade - Combinator

Is my ghost ever-tied to this meat suit?

I just wonder ‘bout it.

Can I separate?

Am I what I can feel and what I see?

Does a portion go on, to assimilate?

Well, I’m just set here growin' my forehead

Thinking on this and more, with the cabernet

But I know you can read all about it, on the

Wiki for this, here to set it straight

Where can I go and where am I going?

I just wanted to know, ‘fore the time is late

Hard to conceive of no one and nothing

Linear kind of brain, need to compensate?

The many little thoughts flyin' away,

Hopefully to come back, on another day

And if they do they will more than likely,

Fly away once again, far away from me

We will still go on, at least my hope is…