Spirited Wings

Pensively I ponder upon meanings that make me wonder Are we bodies with a soul or souls in a body? yet why do we box it up in glorified golden invisible cages? making it feel like this is what it was meant to be? How can my soul be courageous when she is limited to ideologies? Should she not experience roads less travelled? The risks of the unknown, meeting new goals Exploring new horizons that holds mystical meaning. My soul must be free to feel new energy spread love and meaning to every organism There mere liveliness and enthusiasm of soaring with no boundaries the overwhelming experience of love, laughter, and zest of just being. So, then when did this conform happen where we are chained to boxes of worshiping sun, sea, mountains, and imaginary faces. Stories of fear and banish should you rebel How this came to be, is so hard to tell. So, when death comes calling will our souls still have a religion? or does the next realm hold no such meaning We are all one, spirits just soaring free, wild, brave, and every other character you stopped in the name of discipline or religion?