Poems like this start with big claims and then slide into questions. The opening lines praise the power of words, thoughts and emotions, almost like a list of things that can change the world. Then the speaker turns inward and asks whether a beginning means an ending is already fixed, and whether anyone really gets to choose a path. The questions pile up without answers, which fits the title, "Confused Ghost": the speaker sounds like someone drifting, unsure of their own direction.
Near the end the mood shifts. A bright light appears "up there," something you can't quite see but that still shines. The speaker asks whether you'd believe in it if your search comes up empty, then offers a gentle answer: maybe you were just looking in the wrong places. Each wrong place ruled out brings you closer. The poem moves from doubt to quiet encouragement, suggesting that being lost is part of finding your way.