Home is home but it's not home

There once was a boy who expressed through giving Gifts and materials to lift those he thought deserving Too timid to translate good feelings to tidings Mistaking ghost subtleties as giving great meanings 'Actions speak louder than words,' he thought Ignoring the knock on his autonomic door, a fact To think, alone, is inaction. Even with a new Mac. Thank goodness for the friend who brought to his conscience "Bro, have you ever thought about not being so precious?" 'Actions speak louder than words,' he thought But 'action' is the word that cues fake walk and talk Perhaps even that would be a step to the ball That begins to revolve and evolve to a revolt Only the first three letters to begin with On a plane, relocated 600kms south-westward Occasionally, the letters formed words that made sense Gradually, combining to make sentences dance In turn, making way for enriching new dialogue Finally, creating a visible scene Ghost pulses ...