A Spirit World

This is a piece about my understanding of the spirit world in the form of a poem

This I wonder through in a slight daze, a place of spirits
I cannot see through the misty haze.
A horizion peaks and blinds me out, from who
I cannot see who walks about.
It's all shown through on the other side,
everything on earth as it lies.
A place we came from I am blind to, until I
understand what I was meant to do.