Soul

My soul, my soul i wear it on my sleeve this cloth i have woven my experience and my dreams the thread abundant the yarn unrolled daily a string for each memory a design for every dream this shirt as elastic as they come it's size ever changing until my life be done and the wears unable to be shed by any humanly means or, at least, this what it would seem for when you find that person meant to be with for all time your woven shirt you share with them to warm them close to thine you wear each other's clothing you wear it with deep pride always having it present no matter how tough the ride even though it will be rigid like a gravel road this cloth will never unravel it is bound, formed new mold though much may be lost on route with cries and fears you prevail over conflict throughout the many years