The Lost Soul

At the eve of a new day,it wonders looking for a resting place. BY noon , it gets to rest With no water,no food and no drink Everything staying invisible, it ponders while no man can see its face. It keeps moving to the west and without a brain, it can't think Staying dry, it rains ,lightening and thunders. Thy soul is nowhere to be trace! Everywhere it goes,it is taken for a guest. Wishing thy destination is written with an ink Escaping from the truth,thy soul blunders while looking back to thee as a disgrace With shame, it get lost in the forest As thy poor thoughts with character shrinks With dismay,thee curse the founders, and plead for thy soul to be replace. The founders shall never protest But one man for one soul, thy soul rethinks