Hephaestus

In the pit of the underworld His hammer strikes the steel He forges metal And he forges life For life started in fire Than cooled down Like water cools down steel He forged metal He forged life But did he forge soul Or are we just like metal Where does the spirit and consciousness meet Are they result Of each other Or independent Does having one Mean we have them both I wish he forged me a ring Ring of a king That ring Would show equations from beyond And what controlling laws of physics is to nature This is to those equations But it reaches further Laws of the soul Are also under its control It fills the entire abyss With its bliss But even this ring Will not give meaning to me I wish Hephaestus forged for me Something to make me free