Soul - An Outcast

Soul - an outcast ? Soul is an outcast beneath this sheath, seldom surfacing from right underneath! Stoic as ever at the on-going spectacle; intervening wisdom - ever expecting a miracle. Apprehended and obsessed to thrills that dissipate; oblivious to the fact that it is the mind that create! Incarcerated for lives in the past and used to living beneath, indeed the Soul is an outcast Being beneath the sheath.  Vagaries of thoughts and mind that is given in to - 'oh mate'! innumerable routes of torments that we take it through and subjugate. Intoxicated with acquired vices and scruples galore; will it ever swim across to see the coast in any yore ? Attempts to flush the Spirit out with spirits will only make it flee; Nay can you smoke the Soul out like you do the bee! It will slip out unannounced - thence your time for your last wreathe, of course the Soul is an outcast, deep down below the sheath! Find an anchor with nature and character that is debonaire, to steer through the plicatures and help contemplate on that abstract 'Solitaire'! Other modes of journey in music, art or any rhythm - for that wisdom, be pursued with focus and passion to swap for that -  ever reverent freedom! Fleeting time passeth every moment - never to return, emasculate in vision and mission - looming large and threaten! Emancipation from all bonds I seek before I finally breathe! Alas, for my Soul that is an outcast in my own sheath!