My Soul

My soul is full of bits and ends And as I grow, my perspective bends I see a thousand worlds in my mind I search for what no one could ever find I know what most wouldn’t understand Life is more than what you hold in your hand Is it better to be silent that speak your thoughts? Is it better to keep to yourself what life allots I think that life is filled to the brim With things that are more that neat and trim I want to remember everything I see I want to remember what it is to me ‘Cause life is more than what most give And life is more than what most live My soul (and life) is full of things that matter to me Why does no one else see the precious value I see? ©Copyright 2015. All rights reserved.