Soul, Where Art Thy
Soul, Soul, where art thee?
I lie sleepeth, in the halls of
the underworld, as my spirit
roam freely, reincarnating
as different beings, going
in and out of existence.
When the flower of life,
gives life, my soul awakens
from a deep rooted sleep.
As I travel down the vine,
matter begins to shape
and mold me, as
a body awaits for my return.
Bright lights is all I can see,
speaking to myself, where art thy?
So many unfamiliar faces.
I instantly knew, my
pureness will become perverted.
As my soul, grew within this body,
so, did an ego.
It hijacked my soul and bound it.
I became a doublemint twin.
Light and darkness,
which grew, a duality, a form
and an emotional side
of me. Unable to balance
the equilibrium, darkness
became the master
over my emotions.
The uncharted side of me
wept in sorrows, while
the egotistical side of me
relished every moment of it.
As I wept, more and more
of me became,
revealed to me, which
was my true self in light form.
Radiating, faster than
the atoms that were firing
within my own brain.
Erupting, flaming, kindling
is what sparked my emotions
to weigh the scales of my freedom,
as my emotions became motion
it dissipated into one,
amalgamating with the ether.
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