Soul

Temperate minds express the wellness of the human soul Exacting the demands of the body Though the soul has no purpose in today’s world Making sorrow seem understandable in the naked eye People change without a trace Disappearing into the ways of others To be there but not there at all Without the human condition of love The struggles of mankind blessed with pain Abandoning without cause Hope love and sorrow are written in life’s pen On the same page In a book which nobody reads Throughout it all we bare the pain Of happiness of which we believe Nobody feels truly alone Being watched over by a god that doesn’t exist Although the walls of control are still around us We breath the sweet air of the final wish.