Soul Transporter

What is Love?, but the transporter of the Spirit Neither Fair or Foul the Truth of it is that we Fear It When a woman of young age doth see what she desires No heed nor helm in many a realm will cease her heart to conspire When a Boy of Mid-spring doth find his heart leaps A sure depth charge will not sink his Spirit no matter how much of his life it will seep. When a Lady of wisdom feels a warmth at her doors With lean and eye she may search deeper for more When at last convinced that the warmth is now welcome She opens the door to embrace the heat and finds herself well done. The Man of peppered hair all but wound from steel wool Has found an Affection a usefulness becoming what he once wield a Tool See fit to fend off folly by standing his home bound to find himself a pushed over hoe and fallen to ground A Woman's desire I have been told is found in security But with so many tales of reckless Love I find that truth to be insanity The Truth of Love is that it is a Transport of Spirit No matter the reason or treason of Flesh The Heart doth live wherever Love keeps it's Chest What is Death?, but a Transporter of the Soul A bookkeeper the grim reaper no bones just cold Created of same maker for which we are composed Why shiver at night except for the chill? A stranger to warm blood? Doth cringe at the reel? So willing to wrestle yet biting the bait, bound to ebb and flow since when water did break Although unknown we bemoan the truth After we die Death transports us while aloof Nothing lost nor gained only a chapter of a book shelved in the cosmos I am a seeker so try I and look It wakes me in sleep when I've overstepped the boundaries and sweeps like the wind and effects all things around me. Down on Earth we look up above Afraid of everything we huddle up; believing the stories of our peers building our world on foundations of fear. Wishing to pass in manifest destiny in our old age or in quiet sleep and revery but our demise despite our clouded eyes is that we must live regardless, flesh will die. So If I die while I'm awake the Soul Transporter walks me to Father Fate I will not fight I will not fuss Ashes to ashes dust to dust No matter how I go my soul will bust! Free of the Flesh like Ship out to Sea Allows me grow into infinite possibilities https://soundcloud.com/thesethnicity/soul-transporter